Just Like Me

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I reach over and turn off the alarm clock before i slam it against the wall for waking me up.
Yet another long day ahead. Let us hope that everyone cooperates.
I roll out of bed and fumble for my slippers so i can feed the dog. But before i even get the bowl, my phone rings. It is going to be one of those days.
After ignoring the call for the third time, i answer pleasantly, "Hello."
"Good morning Ms. Moen." My assistant commences, "I would like to remind you that high school students are coming on set today for a field trip."
"Thank you Sidney, I almost forgot!" I lied.
"Alrighty  Ms. Moen, I will see you soon." She chimed.
I hung up before she got that last word out. I do not want to see a bunch of ungrateful high school students today. They put too much pressure on the actors, Jared and Jensen. Also, Misha becomes moody brat when students surround him. He likes his personal space.
The disadvantages of being a producer.
But in the end, it can be worth it. I get to see the girl who cries because she meets her idols for the first time. Then she will elaborate on how my show effected her life. She will articulate about how terrible her life is and how watching the show is an escape for her. She evades real life to live in the fantasy world i have created. Mine has a happy ending. I am honored to give her that happy ending, even if it is just for a second.
With this thought in my head, i finish getting ready for work. I drive with a smile and say hello to everyone i see.
When the students arrive, I spot her immediately. She could not smile yet, she was in shock. Her fantasy is finally coming true. Her eyes twinkled with a tear that she wiped away instantly.
I look at the lost girl and smile. I know where she will end up one day. She will be a producer on a television show or movie, just like me. She will help others that were like her, just like me. She will help them flee this world for a better one momentarily, just like me.

There is not an answer to every question

Cupcakes or cake? Why can I never make up my mind? Cupcakes! I finally decide. Chocolate of course. Chocolate goes best with a fruity butter cream  It is too quiet. I need music. The family should be back in a couple hours. I should be done by then.

So let's get started.

I grab a bowl while fumbling the eggs, oil, and cake mix in my hands. I quickly put everything down before I break something.

Do no make a mess, Carson.

I follow the directions on the cake mix box until the bowl is filled with all the necessary ingredients. I plug in the mixer, but stop. How can those yolks be perfect circles? I literally hit them on a bowl. How did they not break? What is this nonsense? I pick up the mixer and, without turning it on, poke at the yolk so it will ooze over the brown powder. Once everything is covered in yellow slime, I press the mixer to the bottom of the bowl and turn it on. I watch the segregated ingredients slowly become one until it is all one smooth, brown substance. I grab the cupcake pan and pour the thick liquid into twelve separate slots.  

While I let it bake, I scan the fridge for fruit that would make a good butter cream. Strawberries. Perfect! 

I make the butter cream carefully, trying not to get powdered sugar everywhere. But I once again put too many strawberries in it. Instead of the light, fluffy consistency, it becomes a thick, pink liquid. When I pour the topping on the mini-cakes, it seems like a volcano erupted on a chocolate mountain. 

After I place these eruptions on a platter, I start to clean. I begin to question everything because I hate cleaning. Why do I even bake? Is it because I can do anything with baking and still get a great result? Or maybe because it allows me to be alone, escaping reality. It could also be that I like to see people enjoy my creations. 

I do not have an answer to this question and I am okay with that. Not every question has an answer. 

Rapping

Me trying to rap...