It wasn’t glamorous.

The set was cold, the food was mediocre, and the director hadn’t called for extras in hours. You’d been sitting on a fake park bench since sunrise, pretending to enjoy the world’s most uncomfortable cup of fake coffee.

And sitting right next to you — wrapped in a worn hoodie, hair tied back, and tapping her boot against the gravel — was Jennifer Lawrence.

Yes, that Jennifer Lawrence.

You tried to act casual, even though she was literally the reason you ever auditioned in the first place.

“Okay, seriously,” she said, breaking the silence. “Is this how movies actually work? I thought extras got, like, five minutes of fame and a free lunch. Not eternal boredom and cardboard coffee.”

You chuckled. “Welcome to the glamorous side of filmmaking.”

She smirked. “So this is what they don’t show in the behind-the-scenes reels.”

“Pretty much.”

She leaned back, squinting at the fake skyline. “You think this’ll ever make it to the screen?”

You shrugged. “Maybe as a blurry shadow in the background of someone’s breakup scene.”

“Oh, perfect,” she said dramatically. “I’ve always wanted to play Woman #6: Mildly Confused in Park.”