Wildest Dreams

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I always knew I wanted to be in the acting business. I always knew, since I was probably five years making up plays and puppet shows for my family. The thought of performing and getting to be someone else for a while and forget your problems was always intriguing and appealing to me.

Since I was 18 I've been in numerous films and plays, nothing too big. Now I'm 23, and about to have my big break. I'm flying to Africa today to film a major blockbuster film. It's about a couple who falls in love unconventionally and unexpectedly in the most wonderful, amazing way. The woman loves the man a lot, but doesn't know he's hiding something from her, and when she finds out, it breaks her heart.

I'm playing the woman. Her name is Grace Goodall. I'm not entirely sure, but my co-star, the one playing the man, is supposedly James Henderson. He is the finest looking man in Hollywood

"Oh, Noah. I can't believe this is our last day together." I sighed defeatedly. I wiped away a tear that slid down my cheek.

"Oh, Scarlet, my love. This will not be the end. I will see you again, I promise that." Noah wiped the tear away with his thumb. I slid closer to him as he wrapped his arms tight around me.

I bit back a sob. "Oh, how do you know that, Noah? This is a film, a real life film. What if I never come back home? What if I become so famous that I keep doing films and I--"

Noah touched my chin, lifting it up and kissing me. I pushed into it and slid my hands into his hair.

"Noah," I breathed.

"Scarlet," He whispered. "My lovely Scarlet." I smiled and pressed my lips against his.

"I will miss you so much." I sighed. Several months, perhaps a year, away from the love of my life. Not to mention my family and friends.

Noah pulled back from me a little, and smiled. "Let's get out,"

"What?" I straightened up. "What do you mean?"

"Let's get out of this town," Noah said, his eyes lighting up. "We can drive out of the city."

"Away from the crowds," I was a little breathless from him kissing me. "But where would we go?"

"Out of the city," Noah laughed and I smacked his chest. He grabbed my hand and kissed it.

"No, silly. That is not what I meant," I laughed.

"I know, I know," Noah kissed my forehead. "We can drive until we see no city lights. We can stop in a field, lay on the hood, and watch the stars for our last night."

"For our last night," I whispered back.

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"Miss, we are here."

Followed by a tap on my shoulder. Then a vigorous tap.

I jolted awake, lifting my eye mask off. I had fallen asleep on the airplane.

"What?" I said, discombobulated, looking up at the flight attendant staring at me.

"We have arrived at the destination. We are in Africa." She smiled brightly through her red lipstick.

"Oh," I said. Africa? Why was I-- Oh. "Oh," I repeated. The film. I was shooting a film. In Africa. "Oh!" I said excitedly. "Africa!! How exciting,"

"Indeed," The flight attendant said. "You are the last one on the airplane, everyone else has gone."

"Oh no." I started shoving all my items in my bag; my eye mask, my book, my magazines, my jacket. "Oh, God. I'm late. I'm late for a film and I've already set a bad impression. Oh--"