David Chiu

I’m sitting in a room full of beautiful people. I feel a little awkward, still not quite comfortable in their company. I sit, trying to relax, trying to fit in. I know they’re judging me. I can sense it. I ignore their judgments and act aloof. Soon I will be called into the room and asked to be the best of myself. To show energy and personality. To prove that my face, my persona and my words can sell a product or tell a story. I have my doubts. I have eight years of memories of sitting in rooms similar to this one filled with beautiful people just like this one, never quite making it in front of the bright lights. But I realize that I’m not the only one. I glance around the room and can see it in their eyes. The hope, the faith, the dreams and the rejection. Then I hear my name - and for a brief second I can see the bright lights flash in my mind. I take a deep breath and in my head I hear the words “fully commit”. I step into the room and the door closes.