The spotlight, the cheers, my finest hour...

Once, walking in the evening city, wandered into a shopping centre. Right in the middle of a spacious hall turned a real show — were shooting a new movie. All cameras turned their attention to two actors who were engaged in a lively dialogue.

Here a stranger, as I thought the film crew, pulled me by the shoulder and whispered:

Walk past the actors, as extras.

My mind immediately flashed the thought: "Here it is! My finest hour!" His head lifted, back straight, go forward, on the camera and the others any attention. Only confidence, only brutality!

Suddenly, somewhere in the side cries:

— Stop! Stop! Yes a Fig! I clearly said not to let anyone in the frame!

All, this is my moment of glory was over.

via factroom.ru