• Pain. I am bleeding from a gash in my side and I don’t care. Who is here to rescue me from oblivion? The curious fish swim around me as I continue to sink lower into the ocean. Shear willpower keeps me alive in the hopes that someone will notice me. My feet touch the reef that will be my last resting place. I look around me and am heartened by the fact that my last vision will be of a beautiful paradise of fish and colors. Black spots begin to dance in front of me and black walls encroach on my peripheral vision. I struggle for the last time, but I am not strong enough to swim. I feel myself lost in the grip of death and resign myself to it and expire. A diver swims by and I stare past it and then blink. There is one word written on it. Cut.
    The diver offers me a mask and I take a breath. O that blessed bottled air. Musty, yet o so sweet when your lungs are bursting. The swim to the surface was aggravatingly slow, and my muscles ached to rest. My head broke through the waves near the boat (actually it's more like a yacht). I paused a moment to breath the air of freedom for a few minutes longer and then hoisted myself up onto the back of the boat. I carefully stood up and climbed the ladder, but I was so tired, and accident prone, that I didn’t lift my foot high enough for the last rung and I began to fall. Thankfully a young man was gracious enough to put out his arm and catch me or I would have ended up in a heap on the deck. I smiled a thank you and quickly untangled my feet from his. I walked slowly towards the railing and was instantly surrounded by people. A robe was thrown around my shoulders which I fastened haphazardly around my waist as I pushed through the mob of people on the deck. I managed to find a nearby deck chair and sat down, exhausted. A woman who had been following me around started toweling off my hair, while another woman patted my face dry. I relaxed and let them work. From below deck I could hear the grumbling of the Director, Jay Stevens, an older man who treated me like a daughter and pushed me like an athlete. He seemed to be bellowing something about a medic. He had been worrying over me lately and the littlest things would set him off. Personally I thought he has been over reacting. I am a klutz and I know it. I have been told by many men who have played opposite me that I am a walking time bomb, or that I should be called a natural disaster and be labeled off limits by order of the government. However, no matter what anyone says I love having my unique talents, they helped me get where I am today. If I had never tripped and spilled a whole bowl of split pea soup in the lap of one of the Hollywood directors where I was waitressing, I never would have been in the movies.