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A lot goes into my job.

I have to wake up early every morning,

drive down to the lot,

and start on a new scene.

I love it because each day is different.

When I first started out I was the one that ran and got the coffee.

Then I was the one that made sure that the actors had what they needed.

I held the boom for hours on end.

I watched the dailies while everyone went back home.

I turned a beautiful starlet into the creature under your bed.

I created the living room that the big family fight took place in.

I sat in the editing room making sure that everything transitioned smoothly.

I created new worlds with my hands.

I poured my life into a project that wouldn't be seen for years.

But when it finally does get seen,

man how they cheered for me!

My work was distributed around the world

and brought joy to countless amounts of people.

That was what I wanted all along-

to transport people to a new and exciting place,

filled with adventure and wonder.

I mean who doesn't love a good movie?

That's my dream job-

to become a film maker. 

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