bubble of flutters

The smile on my face is endless,

seemingly unable to be wiped off.

I sit in disbelief, still feeling euphoric - is it some sort of dream?

I expect them to change their mind,

for their vision to be different.

But the phone sits silently in front of me,

showing no signs of life.

I showed up to the initial thing,

excited to be involved in the process.

The call back; unexpected and thrilling.

The shortlist - did I hear it correctly?

The feature of the commercial,

are they crazy?

The wardrobe fitting -

did you say they were a size 8?

The elated giggle and chatter to my agent is the only call that comes through.

' I had a good feeling about you' he reassures me,

'they clearly see it too'.

They want... me.

I fit the part.

What a buzz.

For the first time in a long time,

I am speechless.

I let the bubble of flutters in my chest take over,

and just enjoy.