Lights. Camera. Action.
Huge crowd cheering my name, security guards all around me, people asking me for an autograph or a picture. I go home, and find my best friend there, we soon fall in love, get famous, and make the best selling theater plays and films ever.
That's one song. I sit down.
Not real. It's all in your head.
Who cares? Put on another song. Flick. Flick. Flick. People follow me wherever I go.
Not real. All in your head.
Repeat that again. And again. And again. That'd be my life on a weekend, aside from the endless home works.
Healthy? I don't know. Stress releasing. Relaxing. Fun. Addiction.
I love arts. I love the theater. I've directed school plays. People say I do good. So then I ask myself, why not let it become a reality? I don't know. Or maybe I do. Too huge. Too scary.
Coward! , I tell myself. I wish I can stop being such a coward right now.
When I am 'being the director', it goes away. Daydreams go away. I get too preoccupied. It's a good thing, or so I think. But in my daydreams, I AM a star. I can do whatever I want. What's the point of making it real?
Because it is not real and is all in your head.
What are the odds that I succeed?
You can do it. Prove that you are good enough.
What if I'm not? What if you are?
I hate the never ending battle in my head. No one else seems to have it. I hate it. I HATE IT. I hope I'll have the courage of facing it. But sometimes I hope I'm not brave enough. I ask myself why, and once again, I don't know. But of course,
Not real. It's all in your head.
It's all in my head, but is it really unreal?
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