Chapter 2

Insouciant smiles and continuous camera flashes are more than I can handle at the moment. The obnoxious journalist and their insincetive questions have put me on the edge. I would love nothing more than to be at home sitting on my couch. I could careless about who wins the most awards or who has been nominated for the most categories. Last year "Father of The Bride" several golden men. I personally was indifferent about the movie. Elizabeth Taylor did make the movie half bearable. This year Paige Michalchuk has been nominated for both the Best Female leading and supporting performance and a nomination for her directing achievement.

Let's take a step back a moment or perhaps even 72 hours ago when I was given the most important job ever. None of us saw the dreadful event coming, but here we are today at the Academy Awards pretending like nothing had changed.

Three days ago I received a call of desperation. Since then the television screen had blown up with the tragic death of one of the most well known actresses to have graced us with her beauty. I would love to be able to say that she was very talented and that everyone loved her for her acting skills, but that would be so far from the truth. Her ability to act was horrid. I have seen 6 year olds who have been more convincing than her; however, the people loved her for some reason. I do have to admit she was slightly charming but I have always been more of a Paige Michalchuk fan. There was something about her wit that had always drown me to her. I always thought that she was the only person that did not take herself seriously. During this time it was unorthodox for you to like the both of them. They were arch enemies and everyone knew it.

I flipped through the channels as I sink in farther into my couch but I could find nothing. I really do not like bringing my work home but this was out of my hands. "The 26 year old Actress Emma Nelson has been laid to rest on this terribly cold winter day. She was born on December 20, 1925. The Toronto native moved to Las Angeles when she was 18 years old to pursue her acting her career." I continuously hear of the tragedy to the point of no end. I do not understand why it seems that anytime a celebrity passes away we must put our lives on hold. I guarantee if the lovely woman next door or a member of the janitorial staff died there would be nothing in the news. The only way a common man or woman is acknowledged because of their death is if he or she has lived passed 80 years old. This whole concept and mind frame is so foreign to me, but I never argue or really say what is on my mind. The catch is you let them think that they are right and you never have any sort of problems. At the moment I only have one problem. I would love to see the new episode of "I love Lucy" and instead I am forced to watch the news that has consumed every channel tonight. I can never get enough of my weekly dose of Lucille Ball. Every Monday night I come home from whatever treacherous thing I have to do and plop on the couch and watch my show with no interruptions, but as one can see luck is not on my side tonight.

"After a long autopsy we have no definite answer to the cause of death. We are forced to say that the Ms. Nelson has died of natural causes until something can be proven." The young man says nonchalantly reading verbatim from the prompter. He could have at least appeared to care or improvised a bit, but he didn't care one way or another. The gentleman, for lack of a better word, seemed to be the most apathetic man in the world.

Is it just me or has no one found it odd that she has no record of illness and then just dies three days before the big day? It would not surprise me in the least bit if it's discovered that she was killed by one of her precious Dolphins. She spent way too much time trying to make sure the animals were in the best condition possible when she should've been trying to adopt a child instead. I will be the first to boldly say that her motives were a bit off. I understand that we need to keep the ecological system in good condition, but we have starving and homeless children on our streets at this very moment who urgently need help. One would say that I am a hypocrite; however, I am no hypocrite. I practice what I preach, that is when I am actually, the real Alex Nunez; nevertheless, I do not like to share my personal life with others.

Currently I am still standing still waiting to get a closer glimpse of my current job, Ms. Paige Michalchuk. I know she doesn't even know that I exist, but in a matter of a few days she will be forced to acknowlege of my existence. I will attach myself to her daily life so much that she can not help but notice me. The reporters are still asking her questions. She appears to be only half listening and for a split second I could swear that we make eye contact. There are hundreds of people here so the chances of that happening is like one in a million. In the distance she finally disappears into the double doors and is out of view. Moments like these are not to be taken for granted, because they disappear just as quickly as the come. If only for a moment, I can finally take a breath and remove my mask that I've been wearing.