Élise Bakker a young teen who did an audition for the fun of it. After getting the main female role she meets a guy... Named Walker Scobell.. her co-star...
My life, while it may lack the thrilling escapades often depicted in movies or novels, holds its own unique charm. It's a tapestry woven with the threads of familial love and the warmth of friendship. My parents, with their unwavering support and affection, provide a sturdy foundation upon which I've built my existence. And my friends, oh, how they color my world with laughter, companionship, and shared adventures.
Within the confines of this seemingly ordinary life, there lies a passion that sets my soul ablaze—cinema. It's within the dimly lit halls of the film classroom that I feel most alive, where the magic of storytelling unfolds before my eyes. My grades, particularly in these film classes, reflect not just my aptitude but also my fervor for the craft.
So, here I am, Élise Bakker, a name that might blend into the background of everyday conversation, but a spirit ignited by dreams that soar beyond the mundane. And it's with this spirit that I dared to take a leap of faith—an open online audition. The idea came to me like a whisper, nurtured by the encouragement of my film teacher and the unwavering belief of my friends, who see in me a talent waiting to be discovered.
One fateful afternoon, as I sat with Ash, poring over calculus notes in the library, my phone emitted a soft chime, signaling an incoming email. "Wat is het?"(What is it?) Ash's curiosity mirrored my own. With bated breath, I opened the message, heart pounding in anticipation. "Oh, het is een e-mailmelding," (Oh, it's an email notification) I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. But within me, excitement surged like a tide, fueled by the possibility that this email could be the key to unlocking a door to a new world of opportunities.
As the clock struck 4:30, signaling the end of our study session, Ash and I gathered our belongings and began our journey homeward. Yet, amidst the quiet hum of our footsteps, the incessant buzz of our group chat interrupted our thoughts. It was Shiro, our resident chatterbox, filling the digital space with messages that demanded our attention...
Spel van telefoons (Game of phones)
Shiro: Waar heb je verdomme mijn vriendje naartoe gebracht? (where the fuck did you take my boyfriend?)
Shiro: NOU ELLIE (WELL ELLIE)
Ash: Schat, we studeerden in de schoolbibliotheek (Honey, we were studying at the school library)
Ash: zien (see)
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As the messages danced across my phone screen, each notification seemed to carry with it a whisper of anticipation and excitement. "Hij is letterlijk geobsedeerd door jou," I teased Ash, playfully nudging him off the sidewalk with a grin. His laughter mingled with the soft hum of the city around us as we continued our leisurely stroll, the rhythm of our footsteps syncing in perfect harmony.
