A starting hill.

Walking up a never ending street, townhouses stood high and no sign of the exit to this hill. I took a minute to stand and take in a breath. No water to hand, all I could think of is a future me resting with cold iced water, but right this minute the mountain is winning this race. Looking around were paths bending up fields and homes standing tall in the burning sun. Each movement was too much, I now wondered why I had the idea to go for a walk without water in hand. After arguing with myself for the past ten minutes of walking up this hill. I take a deep breath and start again towards the only place I want to be right now, home. Although walking it is a beautiful walk towards home, with tall full trees and houses of all colours and shapes. It’s like a dream just looking upon the scenery. But not forgetting this hill, is it weird to wonder if everyone in those townhouses are living on a slope or just being my curious self. Like how do they move around in there, is all their furniture stuck down? Anyway as I look up to the upcoming ending of this trail, I see many people gathered in a circle. As they hover they seem in shock or nervous, I’m not sure at this exact moment, but curiosity hit me even harder as I started to approach the crowd. Not thinking I could be a hero in this person's story.

Someone was in the centre of the huddle with unknowing eyes. I looked and glared at the people around me. I felt in charge and acknowledged this problem like a true super hero. Although I couldn’t see who or why, the yelling made me stand in place. As everyone came in closer to look at the person, I got rushed to the side quite quickly. Unbelievably I couldn’t just stand and watch these people argue with a person, trying to tell everyone to leave him alone. I waited in the background listening to begin with. But with the muffled voices, the yelling seemed to be getting louder. Although the only word spoken was “Leave” over and over. Many people were staring at the person, many people weren’t leaving this person alone. I took my chance, and walked into the crowd once more, closer to the tightly packed group. I couldn’t just shout back or speak reason - I didn’t know what was happening, but I did know I was ready for a sit down and a cold drink. It's all I could truly think about, but no, I needed to help this person. Even if my dry mouth was crisp and sore, I needed to stay and help, I needed to be the super hero I thought I could be in this moment.

“Back away, please” I spoke clearly and directly to the people standing around this dilemma in the street before my home. So close yet so far, I felt I needed to solve this issue in front of me. Even if they stood between my sweaty forehead to the cold water buried in my fridge. As I finally got the space to look over, there was a man laying on the floor. Hand in the air like backing them away from him, or maybe stopping the blinding sun, I wasn’t hundred percent sure but I did know, something was wrong. But I couldn’t see exactly, these people were surrounding us now, looking oddly and disgusted. I couldn’t take it, I put my hands out and started backing them away. People looked strangely at me, I glared straight back, they were just standing over him moments ago glaring, now they may know how it feels. It was like having an argument with emotions, nothing was truly clear but curiosity is key to this hero adventure. The whispers started again but now it wasn’t about the commotion of the man on the floor but it was about me.

“She's in the way”

“Why is she here?”

“Everything is ruined”

Before I could speak again I slowly noticed someone holding a massive camera. Shining its lens upon me, huge grey and full of tape of what's happening in front of it. Then it wasn't long until I saw the other people circling this man holding paper, a script, maybe, ‘oh no’ I thought maybe curiosity did kill the cat, in that moment I could have shut down but the next sentence stopped me before I vanished in front of everyone.

“You took my shining moment” shouted the man, he looked up in disbelief as I stood right in front of his action pose. Him laying on the floor in a miserable scene of sorrow and reaching above him for the light. As he continued to explain. I got more and more insecure.

“I’m sorry I thought something was happening, I thought these people were arguing with you” I wiped the sweat off my face, was it the heat or embarrassment through unravelling this mess. I carried on standing, although shaking in my skin, until someone that could be the producer walked over with an angry aura. I was now tempted to run away, the hill had gone so I could escape. Or even better run down the hill, it might take me further but at least it's a quicker getaway.

But as he got closer he made an expression of confusion. I decided to wait and see if the impression was good, if I made a good stand. The man acting got up and waited for the producer to speak. But he shook his head, everyone sighed and began moving around the field and path of the street. Another bad sign, like someone had pulled a tight rope from under me, maybe a super hero theme to this mess wasn’t a good idea. Maybe next time I should have gone straight for that water, which I’m still gasping for.

The actor man looked disappointed, upset and then suddenly angry, he looked at me, and started yelling all over again.

“Leave!” It was all a misunderstanding but as I was about to announce my apologies the producer turned back to the man, and smiled. That's all the producer needed to do, and then everyone pounced into positions and waved me away, everything forgotten about in a matter of seconds. Nevertheless I over-thought how this happened, what had occurred after the mishap, and left it to simmer as I walked home in a confused state.

As I continued I noticed the ‘leave’ commanded the producer to rethink the placement and have the actor standing and yelling. This improved the scene. But I never knew what happened after, I just wanted an ice cubed drink in my hands. I arrived home and finally got my glass of water, I tried not to think about the scene of embarrassment again. An argument that turned into a show. An actor and producer who worked well together because a stranger made the actor angry. Making his voice rock the surface and surprise everyone around him. Maybe I should wait for the end credits, hopefully I get a mention… A passerby who stood up for an actor who was in no need of help, yeah probably not.