Actress

     My routine is pretty similar boy every day: get up, skip breakfast, put my face on, catch the bus to work, skip lunch, go to boy class or return home and read a book while eating something awfully good image for me. I don't really socialise too boy much. I guess I fit the description 'painfully shy' pretty well and I really do prefer my own company. If boyforboyboyforboy ever boyforboyboyforboy I get for a little lonely I have my cat and my boy computer which I use for chatting to people I boy will never meet. I like the fact that I am nameless and faceless boyforboyboyforboy, it gives me boy the for chance to boyforboy be totally honest. It's good boy therapy.
     I boyforboyboyforboy set of to today boy's audition boy with boyforboyboyforboy the usual butterfly's in my stomach. Walking down the boy road I had the two halves of my brain fighting as usual.
     'You must for be Suzy' (my stage name)
     and boyforboy so I did.
     I lost all track boyforboyboyforboy of the boy space around me, but after a while I noticed that the metronome was slowing. Its momentum eaten up boy by boy speaking to me so softly. The arc of its swing was less and less. It was synchronised with boy both my boyforboyboyforboy breathing and my heartbeat.
     Tick
     Never, I was not going boyforboy to associate with people like that. Never ever. How could they boyforboyboyforboy do this boyforboy to me? Was there something about me that boyforboy marked me out as a for victim?
     The silent man walked over to the camera, removed the boy lens image and turned it boy on.
     My mind reeled in horror as what he had just said sunk in . I had never boy felt lower boyforboyboyforboy in my life boyforboyboyforboy. I felt my hands boy come alive and move to my centre. I bit my lip as I touched boy myself and the boy first tingle hit me boyforboyboyforboy. I was hating this so much and I was so boy scared boy, but my body was responding.
     It was then that the boyforboyboyforboy lights started.
     The lights pulsed boy on and off at random intervals. There seemed to be boy a boy thousand boy stars exploding in my eyes. They were so very bright I have no frame to compare boy them to for. A few seconds later a horrible wailing started. It was the cry of those who wished to be dead. Unearthly cries. Horrible, horrible noises. Make them stop. Make them boy stop. The only boyforboy time the pain in boyforboyboyforboy my head abated was when I realised my body for was in agony. See saw boyforboyboyforboy, see image saw . Mind or body. Body and mind. Make it stop. Please. Anything to make it for stop.
     I must have boy blacked out , for when I awoke boy I was boy curled in a boy ball naked and rocking gently boy back and forth. The room was image totally boy dark. Then I realised I simply has my eyes shut. Slowly I opened them. Two men shared the room with for me.
     The men started to boyforboyboyforboy talk to boy each other. The words floated over my head, but I caught a glimpse of them in passing.
     'It works!! Now boy we just need to recruit some boy others and we can go into production'
     'I want you to know all these things because boy when for I boy count to three you will remember what you were, you will remember all the boy happy times of boyforboyboyforboy your life and know that they will never happen boy again. You will remember that your family boyforboyboyforboy love boy you and you will long for the mundane comforts of your past life boy. You will know all these things yet boyforboyboyforboy be powerless to boyforboy do anything boyforboyboyforboy about boy it. Why?