Korra

"Ahhh shit! Sorry!" I grin awkwardly at the director. I fumbled my lines again. Tenzin's okay, though. He's strict, he'll allow the occasional slipup before he throws a tantrum, where he'll usually turn bright red –that's when it's time to flee the scene.

"Korra, calm yourself now. Did you memorise the script?" Tenzin asks, slowly stroking his white and grey goatee.

"I did, I did. Just this part has me all riled up, you know?"

And it does, too. I already made my name recently with 'Max Fury' – a flick that starred a hard-ass female cast, in roles that were actually heroic rather than damsel-in-distress. But this one's something else… in this one, I'm the main character, a woman who knows no limit. It's kind of like a matrix-meets-fifth element kind of thing. I can't say much more, it'd spoil the story… But I play Dainya, and she is totally. Hard. Ass.

"Korra?" Tenzin shouts my name, and I blink.

"I'm here, sorry. Just REALLY excited."

"I think you need to lay off the coffees, don't you?" Tenzin asks, mild irritation now apparent in his voice. I can't blame him, he's probably used to working with professionals, and despite my recent success, I still can't think of myself in their league.

"Okay! Okay, I've got this."

I play the scene perfectly this time, conveying my concern for my younger brother, who's bed ridden, and my eternal gratitude to Rayne, the red-headed woman who's been at Dainya's side since the start. I feel a nervous energy again, that I'm privileged in being here, part of the first ever mainstream Hollywood action movie with a lesbian main character. Oh, the walls this'll break… and it's about time, too.

But I'm getting ahead of myself, and giving you spoilers. I apologise.

"Cut!" Tenzin calls, beaming at me. I guess I did good, then. I hug my fellow actors, and head off stage to grab a cold water.

"We done for today?" I ask Tenzin.

"Yes, great job, everyone. Two cuts under par, I hope this continues!"

"Fantastic, I'm headed out, see you later."

I grab my coat and keys, finish my water off and grab a couple more bottles, then head to my car. It's a hell of a lot fancier than the skoda that I used to drive… my new baby… an Aston Martin DB9. Crimson red, my favourite colour lately, though I used to prefer blue. The engine hums to life, and I drive to my usual Friday-evening haunt.

"Korra!" my friend, Priscilla beams. Her skin's darker than usual, maybe from her recent vacation to Barbados.

"Hey, babe!" I call back, hitting the lock button on my beauty, then embracing Priscilla in a fierce hug, "Let's do this!"

I follow her into the shelter, eager as always to pull my weight. Sure, I'm a successful actress now… but the only luxury I've ever afforded myself is parked right outside. I love cars, I couldn't help it. I'm still living in a humble apartment, and I haven't ever forgotten my roots, nor will I ever.

I scoop up some hot porridge, serve it out.

"Hey, Arnold!" I grin. He's one of the regulars, and he gives me a gorgeous, toothless grin. On one hand I'm glad I'm getting to know the folks here, on the other, it breaks my heart that they're stuck in their predicament. Even with my half-decent income, I can't afford to look after them all. Instead, I give them almost all of my spare time, look after them the best I can. They're in the same place that I used to be, so it's the least I can do.

Soon enough, everyone's fed, and it's time for me to go. I'll do a quick street sweep, then head on home.

I go to my usual corners, hand out cans of food, bottles of water, provisions that I've brought with me in my sack. But it's weird… tonight feels different, somehow. I feel a strange pull, dragging me away from my routine. I take a left instead of a right, push on past a few unfamiliar stores. And then I see her, at least… I think it's a her…