I think everyone has a little bright memory islands, memories of his childhood.
I'm in the kindergarten I'm about 5-6 years old. It is kind of a game, the teacher asks everybody how we imagine our future, we discribe our fantasy, and the others guess what we want to become. It is my turn. "What do you see?" - teacher askes..."I see many many chairs, and me on the stage"-may be you wanna become a singer?-"May be'- I agreed.
   I wanted to be an actress. Time passed, childhood dreams have moved far away this reality. Some day my friend told me: "There is a job for tommorow, do you wanna go?"  "What kind of job?"  I asked. It is a kind of movie, "Surprise"  Extra, as usual, I thought, and said OK.
   The next day at 7 a.m., the bus was full of foreigners(many languages, different colors,  much noise,  a lot of fun). One Korean guy of the staff moves the team in a great hurry, even without saying 'Hello' or traditional Korean questoin "Did you eat?" (how are you)-he comes up to me and says: Oh! Great! You will be the queen-and disappears.
   "Producer" - somebody explains to me. O.K. It's understandable. The Queen!-I became an actress-all over sudden. After arrival the shooting bigins, "Make up, change the dress, quickly." -produser's command.
   "Excuse me, but the dress is too big, and not very nice" - I'm in a little loss. "Do something! You are to wear it!, Ok, go." First scene.
You are very very angry! And now say your  line!
Line..!?
The script, quickly, bring it here... go!
Wait, please, I need a little time...
Rolling, start, Ku...
Done! Great! Another focus! Done! Fine!
Next scene!
Necklace, I need your eyes, look here, good..change the angle....Oh, shit!
That's wrong? 
   I said in ambarrassment. What century is this, they used to wear wigs at that time. Wigs! Bring them here! Quickly!
   From the biginning-"You are very angry." Lunch time. You have neither time nor choice, you are realy hungry, you have only spicy food, poor foreigners.
   There is a fire in my mouth. Then you go to the bus, it's to warm inside. Somebody has already learned how to sleep in unusual poses. I envy them.
   The international funny bus moves to new place. In the next scene, I have to die.
...Lie down here.
...It's dirty....
Ok, this is art, I think, I'll  do it! I am lying on the dirty floor for a long time, It's cold! Done!...Oh  eventually!
   Day turned into evening, evening turned into night. It is 4 a.m. of the next day. I don't want to be the queen anymore, but I am still running, screaming, acting. And I envy to those who are sleeping in bed more than ever.
   It is 8 a.m. Su-go-ha-sho-sum-ni-da! (Thank you for your job!) New friends exchange their phone numbers, see you... Manager comes, and asks about next time, I answer (hesitating) -"may be" But not realy gonna do it again.
   A few months later, I have lerned how to sleep in the strange poses, and often telling to myself -"It's my last time in here."
   Tha people want my sign, friends call me 'cheep movie star', and  thay envy me a little, I think. The phone calls, the manager asks-"How about tomorrow?" -"May be... Ok"