Butterflies…

/ Gracie

‘Butterflies in your stomach. Butterflies in your stomach.’ It’s such a cliche but it takes experiencing it to understand how true it really is. I take deep breaths and stare down at the salted caramel cookies my Dad bought especially for today. I realise that this is actually happening.

The gentle rocking of the boat isn’t making me feel any better, I keep glancing up the towpath, nervously watching, waiting. I expect to see them any minute. I don’t really know what they look like. All I know, (well, all you’re allowed to know) is that I am being filmed for a casting development project for a mainstream TV channel. A London production company is coming to film me and my life.

This has all happened so fast and, although I’m nervous, I feel an elated anticipation. Suddenly they’re here, carrying a huge camera and looking professional. This is it, Gracie…..this is it……

It all goes so amazingly, I enjoy every minute. Every minute spent giving my opinions on big modern life issues, being interviewed on challenging topics like politics, feminism, social media, materialism, relationships and social care. Every minute talking about my life and the things I’m passionate about, reading poetry and stories in a voice that seems more powerful now there’s someone here especially to hear it. Every minute spent being absolutely myself.

It was intense and my brain whirrs just thinking about it now. But I was in my element, I like a challenge. I like people who value the perspectives of young people on modern society. I loved thinking about the questions and carefully wording my replies. I didn’t find it easy, but I had the opportunity and I wanted to make the most of it.

All in all, I may be accepted to participate in this programme or I may not. I would love to be able to share my thoughts on life even further, but if not, I am just eternally grateful for this experience and I’m proud of myself for making it happen and getting this far.

Please leave me a message in the comments box below, I absolutely love to hear from you all. Thanks! 

41 thoughts on “Butterflies…”

  3. I guess we all get butterflies sometimes when we are excited about something or worried maybe.I always think it’s a natural thing and if it’s a worry butterflies it’s never as bad as you think. I know that when the film crew came it was all forgotten and you enjoyed the whole experience xxxxx

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  5. OH MY GOSH REALLY? This is awesome! What show?? I’d love to watch you once it’s out! But if you don’t want to say that’s absolutely fine!😊 AHHH it’s so cool! Good luck! Break a leg?😂❤

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  10. Oh my goodness, Gracie, this is so amazing! Me, I can never imagine being in a TV show.
    If I were you, I probably would have dragons breathing fire in my stomach. Waaaaay more destructive than butterflies.
    I like it when people ask me questions about life. Life is such a simple and yet complicated thing. We are like a mere breath in the universe’s respiration, a single thread in its tapestry, and it’s funny how we let our egos climb so high in spite of knowing all that. Ah, well, humans are funny. It’s in their nature.
    Guess that was not much related. 🙂 In any case, I’m so happy for you, Gracie!
    I was also wondering if you’d like to send in an entry for InkCraft, a magazine I’m going to be hosting. You can find the details here: https://thewritingwritersblog.wordpress.com/magazine/ and you can enter here: https://thewritingwritersblog.wordpress.com/submit-your-work/
    You can also send something you have written previously. I’d be pleased to feature your work in our magazine!
    ~Mukta~

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