SCRIPT DEMO : HOW TO BECOME A STAR
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-I am a hedgehog, born in a world of vibrant greens and the scent of damp earth a place where the cool breeze and the sudden, unexplainable heat dance together. I live in a burrow, hidden deep within the heart of a dense forest. From birth, my parents whispered that I was "special." My father came from a distant, frozen land, while my mother grew up in a forest entirely unlike this one. Back then, I didn't understand what "special" meant; I just thought they looked a bit different from each other. But when I saw my reflection in the water and looked at the other hedgehogs, I realized I was an outsider in my own home. Perhaps it's my origin, or perhaps it's something else I still don't quite understand.
While other hedgehogs were quiet and somber, I was captivated by the magic of birdsong. The melodies of the Martin family were the first thing that truly made my heart dance. I spent days hiding under tree shadows, waiting for their joyful harmonies. My family was worried; they said my vibrance was a misfit in the silent world of hedgehogs, and that society wouldn't approve of my "different" nature. Did I do something wrong? I didn't know. I could only escape the confusion by singing along with the birds. They told me of a sky I couldn't see by day, but one I would find at night a place they always looked toward with longing.
I met many creatures, but I was too naive to grasp the deep, hidden meanings in their words. "You'll understand later," they would say. But why not now? Why must I wait? I noticed the eyes of the forest shifting when they looked at me the warmth was replaced by something strange and cold. My family only responded by holding me in their arms for a very long time, as if shielding me from a storm I couldn't yet feel.
One day, I met a strange friend. I shared my stories and my burning curiosity with him. He just laughed softly and said, "The innocent are blessed, for knowing too much can make your world crumble." He told me that because I am inherently different, people would cast emotions upon me that I wasn't meant to carry. "Cover your ears," he advised. "Listen only to the music and your own heart."He was the one who finally explained the stars to me the very things the birds always looked at. He taught me how to find my way so I'd never be lost again. I was thrilled, yet a deep fear took root. What if my choice is wrong? What if the world thinks I'm a freak? My family gave me all the warmth they had, but I couldn't stop caring about the whispers.
He looked at me with knowing eyes and said: "No matter how kindly we live, we cannot stop the world from thinking ill of us."
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I looked at my friend, then back at myself, and asked: "How can I be sure these words are right for me?" He simply smiled at me and said, "After you've experienced more of life, you will know what to trust and what to doubt. You will find your own answers. For now, your own thoughts are what matter most. You won't truly know how much a fall hurts until you actually stumble. Only you, in that very moment, can feel whether it is pain or happiness." I couldn't quite grasp the weight of his words. Perhaps I am still too small to understand. Suddenly, I found myself wishing I could grow up instantly maybe then, I would understand everything and curiosity wouldn't burn so restlessly inside me.
"I want to grow up fast so I can understand what you're saying," I told him. He only smiled back and whispered, "I hope you can always keep your current self." I was puzzled. "But isn't being like you the best? Why stay as I am now, knowing nothing? I want to grow up so I can travel far, learn many things, and understand the world quickly. Isn't that better for me and everyone else?"
"You see," he began, "we are inherently different. Your present self can never truly know if your future self will think the same way. Maybe, there might come a time when your future version longs to return to the past." I argued, "Why would anyone want to go back? Tomorrow never returns, does it?" He replied, "Precisely because tomorrow never returns, people pour all their longing into what we call 'memories'." I wondered how someone I'd just met could know so much about me. I felt I could share every secret with him without fear of scolding or blame. He looked at me for a long time and said, "I see my past self in you. Just a creature with a fire burning in its eyes, yet sadly held back by the chains of the world's judgment... someone who occasionally wants to run, bittersweetly, after their own desires." I was stunned. It turned out he also had a dream that set him apart from those around him and his own kind. I suppose that is why he understands me so deeply.
"Do we have something in common?" I asked. He told me, "We are the same; we just belong to different species." I didn't fully understand what he meant by "the same." I wondered if he, too, was someone who wanted to fly with the birds and echo their songs like I did.
I wished that I would always be able to pursue my dreams like this that one day, I too would be able to sing, to shine, and to find other wonderful things. He whispered, "I hope time keeps your heart fueled by the passion of your past, carrying it with you into the future." I looked at him and asked, "How do I stop being afraid of what others think? I don't know what's in their minds." He replied, "You cannot read the thoughts of others, nor should you try. Instead, try listening to your own soul. I find it much more fascinating; it will tell you exactly what you want to do. Didn't your parents say you were special? They surely heard the voice within your heart that's why they never called you a 'mistake' or something unwanted. There is definitely something extraordinary hidden beneath this prickly shell of yours. You were born from love. That alone means you were never an accident of the world.
"Me? Extraordinary?" I thought about it. Many friends had told me I was strange in a way they had never seen before. "But how do I know if they are good or bad to me? I'm scared." He pointed to his own chest, then to mine, and said: "Here, the heart has its own melody. It will surely catch the rhythm of their emotions."
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I stared at him, dazed and wide-eyed, yet I could feel something being ignited within me.a burning sensation. It was strange, yet it felt as warm as the day I was born, as if a light was slowly being kindled in my soul. I felt frustrated with myself, thinking I was too foolish to fully grasp everything he said. I truly wanted to understand every hidden meaning in his words, and it made me sad that I couldn't. He looked at me, soothing my worries. "You cannot fast-forward time. You must start from nothing and accumulate your own gear for the journey ahead. I know that one day you will understand. Do not worry or rush; what you need to do now is move forward. On that path, you will find the answers to all the questions you have today."
I asked him, "Why are you telling me all of this? Is it okay? I'm so afraid I'll forget... I will try my best to remember, to protect this secret." He looked at me with a gaze so kind, so much like the way my parents look at me. Perhaps that's why I could open my heart and speak without fear. Still, I felt a vague uncertainty. Would I remember his teachings? Could I actually do it? Could I become like him? I didn't know. What was I supposed to do?
He handed me something and told me to take it. "It has followed me throughout my journey; it will give you strength." I accepted the pebble he offered; it was incredibly smooth. I asked, "But if I take it, what will happen to you? What if you aren't the same as you are now?" He replied, "I have been lucky enough. Now, it is your turn."
In that moment, I didn't fully understand, but I accepted it in my hazy state. We parted ways just before sunset. I promised to meet him again under this very tree a vow that felt like the wind: it arrived quickly and refreshingly, but departed without a hint of heartbreak. He only said that if we were destined, we would meet again; if not, we would find each other at the end of the road. I never saw him again, even after I traveled to the very edge of this land. I waited there every day, every minute, not knowing how long I should stay. But I am no longer sad. There is just a lingering thought that perhaps that day was our final meeting. I still believe there will be a reunion; I am certain of it. My parents said that perhaps he is waiting for me, but the moment for us to cross paths has simply slipped away for now.
For a fleeting second, I felt as if the wind was taking something away from me but I told myself I was only imagining it.
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