You have been a musical theatre lover for as long as you can remember.

You have gone from school performances to preforming in The West End.

Today you were preforming in Heathers, you got the role around a year ago and now you’re coming towards the last few weeks in the show.

As much as you loved being in theatre it’s not a very stable job, like now you’re worrying what you’re going to do next and how you can afford things.

It’s Saturday night, you have just preformed twice in one day and are now getting ready to go out the stage door, to probably be greeted by people who were much like you at their age, dreaming or being in your position.

You and a friend you are working with walk outside the stage door and see something very strange. Paparazzi. They’re clearly now here for the performers. However you and your friend mine your own business, which is rare for the two of you.

You both walk down the street into a restaurant across from the theatre, you get a booth and sit down. Just as you pick up a menu you’re kicked in the shin by your friend, whilst she is frantically pointing behind you.