Daily Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time












Number 329?

“Oh my God”


I made sure to check and recheck the three big numbers on the white sticker firmly glued on my shirt.

Holy shit.

I step forward.


“That will be all for today, the people who stepped forward see you at the callbacks tomorrow, congratulations and thank you everyone!”


The same scene keeps playing over and over in my head.


To put things in perspective my mother had put me up for auditions in a big musical. At first I thought it was a horrible idea, as a growing teen I had turned away from the “Camp Rock” and the “saying yes to my parents” vibe. But she pushed me to it anyways. So I stuck my number tightly on my blouse that day and head on to an air-conditioned room full of sweaty parents, sweaty teenagers, and SWEAT in general.

I remember trying not to focus on how the girl with such dark beautiful red hair was so extremely unbelievably flexible. She was running from one corner of the room to the other, jumping in mid-air to fall directly into the muscular arms of what looked to be her partner in crime. The two looked like leads in Grease. In fact the few surrounding these two looked like an already formed cast. All with strong bodies, firm arms and tall postures. My slouch started to feel a little too discomforting so I reposition myself.

Okay breathe, they’re all good. But you can sing! That’s something! I think.


“Females 13 to 19 in one line please!”

And we squeeze each other tightly following one another until arrived to a HU-GE room with blue carpets on the floor and mirrors on all sides of the wall so you are able to see yourself in every possible wrong angle. Basically your mistake will be seen four different times, from four different perspectives. Face, left side, right side, and ass.

No pressure.

Oh my God the red-haired goddess of flexibility is in my category: and she was the first one to start.

And she did. She sang something I didn’t know, some kind of opera piece I would swear on it. Or was it a normal song her loud and firm voice had made it sound like it was sung in a ballet.

She finished and I breathed till it was my turn. I started singing, and I wished I had chosen another song I knew better. I finished and felt just good about it.

The dancing auditions came and with, came the disasters. The stepping on hot coal and spitting on fresh paint. Dancing comes a little hard when you have to learn steps, let alone “freestyle”.

So I freestyled the best way I could, the way I do in my room in front of my mirror, only here there were four mirrors, and all four showed off every bad move and angle proudly.

Okay maybe I’m overdramatizing the situation. The dancing wasn’t actually that bad. I did get a callback. And I didn’t know what that meant until the next morning, where suddenly I was only surrounded by the talented bunch I saw the day earlier, not the short newcomers and young boys: the tall beautiful looking ones jumping and rehearsing the routine, step after step, left foot right foot all at the same second, JUMP. I didn’t exactly want to start rehearsing if I were anywhere near their sight.

“Some of you will become leads today!” said the woman with long brown hair.

By the end of callbacks, hoping my 329 being shouted loudly, searching for its owner. It didn’t. Instead I was part of the ensemble. Glad I was still in a member of the cast I couldn’t help myself feeling that bit of disappointment I felt when I wasn’t part of the leads. The taller-than-real-life-leads.

With that came the best month of my life. No joke. I had never felt more at home with people I had just met. I would like nothing less than to wake up extremely early in the morning to push my vocal cords and my body to their limits. To learn new routines everyday. To make new friends with so many unbelievably interesting people, in love with dance and music. Imagine everyday you would walk in a room full of devotion. The ambition is bouncing off the walls! The rough sound of speakers and takes and synchronized motion of dancers, laughs and moves in the morning, songs in the evening, if this wasn’t how life was supposed to be spent everyday I wouldn’t know how to spend it any other way. In a big brightly colored nutshell, I fell in love with the production every step of the way. The feelings only get more overwhelming by the time you reach ShowTime. Ten shows, ten standing ovations, and a lifetime supply of adrenaline and general happiness and appreciation for everyday.

Every bit of it changed me and will probably stick to my memory for the long time to come.

I would want to go back in time to relive every breath, but  what I would prefer is to do it again, in another context, another time, another age, playing another character. Replaying so many times because I know my ears would never get tired of the raw silence that would come out that theatre when everyone head out for lunch and you and your friends decided to take the stage by storm, letting no background music or other people’s voices shadow your own, you would only hear your steps on the wooden floor, and your own echo filling that entire theatre of soon-to-come-audience.

Teacher vibes


“The communicant’s art is to leave a place less empty from the state he originally found it in.”


“Creation starts with a blank page, a white poster, a black screen to soon create a legend of the brand.”


“What would France be without Perrier, Bic, Cartier or Citroen? Italy, without Benetton? Germany without Mercedes?”


“The grayer the world, the more the creator sees it through colored glasses”


These are literally things my Creative Publicity teacher says on a daily basis. I don’t know where she gets them from but they sure make an impact. Whilst making us write down incredibly long slides on paper I can’t help but notice how much she likes what she’s doing. The little spring in her voice is too revealing. The second she walks in the classroom she’s already got the hour planned. It’s like you always feel her presence when she arrives: light colored clothes always topped with different earrings every day, slightly touching her messy black curls it’s all such an imperfect combination, but I have to admit loving listening to her go on and on about how the creative minds of publicity have revolutionized the way people perceive advertising in general, and how the good creations will transport us into a different universe “THESE” she says loudly “ARE THE BIG CAMPAIGNS, THAT MAKE YOU FOLLOW CREATORS ON A JOURNEY THROUGH THEIR CONCEPTIONS ”.

It surprises me how she didn’t bring out the “think outside the box” cliché. I’m guessing she’s more of a “cut multiple holes through that box and turn it into a sailing ship” kind of teacher. Either way I always tend to sit in a place where there are no giant heads in front of me, just so I wouldn’t miss quotes like these. I don’t think she realizes how special of an educator she is. Or maybe she did in the past I don’t really know. But now it’s a little hard to tell with all the phones beeping in class and the small useless conversations people prefer having rather than actually paying attention to someone so devoted to her lesson, it’s hard not to notice the ease that comes with her quoting great creations around the world. We now speak to our boyfriends 24/7 🙂   but didn’t you just see him? But yeah I missed him though! The pointless things we say aggravate me. Did you see what she wore to the VMAs? REALLY? IN PUBLICITY CLASS? Technically it is publicity. No it isn’t. No it isn’t.

These are creative little ads from Exotica, released on Mother’s  day





Meaning “the United Mothers” wink to the United Nations.





Stop The Car: Classic Burger


You see a small yellow shop and you have to stop: Classic Burger. Never visited it before but its yellowness was so attractive we had to go inside. The first thing you see are carefree faces and BURGERS. The patties we got are from Australia’s best meat, mixed in with national potatoes, all fried in –take that- peanut oil. A hell of a stop.

If you’re ever in Lebanon make sure to check the joint out, they’re all over the country: No disappointments guaranteed.

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