• Revenge of the extra

    I am Nobody... I always have been and always will.

    I am the blur, the fleeting image that you catch from the corner of your eye as a lead darts in front of me. My one moment. My own claim to have existed, to being a part of the greater whole in anyway shape or form. My moment stolen by the pretty blond with dazzling good looks as I sit to the side, pouting in my shot for I know no one will ever see me.

    take one, she takes the stage, in front of me... and trips as she moves... the scene is ruined. I turn me pout into a face. Puffing my unremarkable cheeks in the shot once she stands. She has to do it again. We reset the stage, I sit in my spot, and we begin again. This time she fumbles a line and I, in my own moment of stardom as she turns to the director, film still rolling and stick out my tongue. No one will notice, no one will care.

    Again we do it, and again she fails I thumb my nose at the camera... no one sees, no one mentions it. Once more she doesn't produce the outcome desired... this time poor lighting to her delicate features, and I pull my own hair, making a ridiculous face.

    Finally we get the shot of her, her lines delivered perfectly, no more errors in her diction or the slight tilt to her head. At the moment i see my chance I take it, lifting a single finger at the camera. Even if you pause the film you will not see it, no one ever will.

    But I know, I was there. I remember the moment.

    my act of defiance as I became, if only for a moment... a blurred somebody.

    I am Nobody... I always have been and always will.

    But I know, I was there.