Maybe she's just pieces of me you've never seen
Something Nadia Bjorlin said about me is echoing in my head. "Looks like Kirsten's got some competition."
I was only 17 then, 18 in just a few days. I so badly wanted to volunteer and raise my hand, but I just couldn't. Nadia had already sang happy birthday to me, I'd already felt embarrassed enough for one--ever. I sat calmly on the grass, letting the other girls stand up, raise their hands and beg like crazy. Letting them have the glory and be up-close and personal with a hot young actor, live out their teenage fantasies.
Nadia said my name again and was wondering where I was. Nadia, Jason, my sister, mom, and some other random people I'd just met FORCED me up against my will, literally pulling me off of my ass. But I did it, I went up before the crowd to do that scene with Jason Cook. *I* did it. We looked over the script for a few moments and he started. I was Belle Black and he was Shawn Brady. I remembered the scene, but I couldn't do it exactly like Kirsten did. 'Cause I was in the moment and reacting naturally. We were no longer before a crowd on a hot September day, we were on the cool pier in the dark, with the blue moonlight reflecting off the waves. He looked into my eyes and told me I was pretty. It didn't last long enough. I probably sucked badly, but it didn't matter, because I was a happy teenage girl for a few moments. I still remember those images, although I can't remember if people clapped afterward. When it was done, I handed Nadia the microphone and sat back in the grass, glowing and wondering why these dreams were creeping up on me.
Last year, I finally met my alter ego at a charity basketball game. Wow, exactly a year ago. We didn't say much to each other. One thing she did say when we got a picture together was, "This is weird." We were, like, the exact same size and body types. I've often had similar styles in hair and dress to hers. Even though we don't look freakishly alike or anything, it still felt very odd. Hm, she also had cool tattoos, unlike her character. I don't have any of those.
Kirsten Storms is leaving that show. I'm glad for her. She deserves success beyond Days of our Lives.
A friend told me last night, out of the blue, that they should get me as a recast. And earlier today, my sister said to me, and she was being totally serious: "You better hurry and go to LA, there won't be enough time."
Hmm... thinking about those possibly possible possibilities again.
Then I remember that I'm just insane. Keep on dreamin', Eva.
Why are we made of dreams? It isn't fair. But I guess no one said life was fair.
I was only 17 then, 18 in just a few days. I so badly wanted to volunteer and raise my hand, but I just couldn't. Nadia had already sang happy birthday to me, I'd already felt embarrassed enough for one--ever. I sat calmly on the grass, letting the other girls stand up, raise their hands and beg like crazy. Letting them have the glory and be up-close and personal with a hot young actor, live out their teenage fantasies.
Nadia said my name again and was wondering where I was. Nadia, Jason, my sister, mom, and some other random people I'd just met FORCED me up against my will, literally pulling me off of my ass. But I did it, I went up before the crowd to do that scene with Jason Cook. *I* did it. We looked over the script for a few moments and he started. I was Belle Black and he was Shawn Brady. I remembered the scene, but I couldn't do it exactly like Kirsten did. 'Cause I was in the moment and reacting naturally. We were no longer before a crowd on a hot September day, we were on the cool pier in the dark, with the blue moonlight reflecting off the waves. He looked into my eyes and told me I was pretty. It didn't last long enough. I probably sucked badly, but it didn't matter, because I was a happy teenage girl for a few moments. I still remember those images, although I can't remember if people clapped afterward. When it was done, I handed Nadia the microphone and sat back in the grass, glowing and wondering why these dreams were creeping up on me.
Last year, I finally met my alter ego at a charity basketball game. Wow, exactly a year ago. We didn't say much to each other. One thing she did say when we got a picture together was, "This is weird." We were, like, the exact same size and body types. I've often had similar styles in hair and dress to hers. Even though we don't look freakishly alike or anything, it still felt very odd. Hm, she also had cool tattoos, unlike her character. I don't have any of those.
Kirsten Storms is leaving that show. I'm glad for her. She deserves success beyond Days of our Lives.
A friend told me last night, out of the blue, that they should get me as a recast. And earlier today, my sister said to me, and she was being totally serious: "You better hurry and go to LA, there won't be enough time."
Hmm... thinking about those possibly possible possibilities again.
Then I remember that I'm just insane. Keep on dreamin', Eva.
Why are we made of dreams? It isn't fair. But I guess no one said life was fair.