"Taylor, Taylor! How do you feel about the rumors that you'll be a major contender this awards season?" The flash bulbs are blinding her, the cacophony of sound turning to just a buzzing in her ears, but as usual, one question rings above the other voices calling for her attention. She smiles her easy, big smile - slightly crooked, with her eye teeth prominent, it's her signature, really - and seeks out the speaker in the crowd of so-called journalists. "Well, obviously I would be honored, and even the rumors are a great compliment, but I really think the brilliance of this film came from the cast and crew that we worked with in Ukraine. Without them, it would've have been the story that we wanted - needed - to tell. We had the honor to tell their story, and I played such a small part in that as an actress, that I hope they will be recognized far beyond any praise I receive. Though, if any rumors or nominations lead to more people seeing this film, and learning the stories of real people who lived through a very real conflict, then all the better." Her smile is still in place, placid in its calm and ease, though on the inside she anything but. "And what are plans next?" Someone else shouts out as heads are bowed taking notes. "Oh! I do plan on a bit of time off. This story was very emotional to tell and I feel a little bit of a vacation to reset and refresh is in order." "A vacation? Where? Will Sawyer be joining you?" Her smile falters just the smallest bit, hardly noticeably unless you knew her very well and were seated very closely to her, not the thirty feet away the press pool occupies.
My 2023 nanowrimo project: Exile. need to keep going.
