tigrenok | "Was Wednesday though!” (C) or To Be Famous-2

I could write that all the events of that already distant day had occurred on Wednesday, almost without making a mistake. Because in Haifa and its suburbs every Tuesday is exactly the third day of its week. Arriving at the Technion a little bit before the second lecture, scheduled at 10:30 (well, it's not the horror-horror of a n exhausted student, but it's definitely not the best thing to get up earlier, isn't it?), I headed to the computer farm. Because the lectures are lectures, but all homeworks must be done upto their deadline. All the computers had been already occupied except for one, that was not free either: some mysterious unidentified group of people installed tripods with cameras right next to this computer point/station. All my attempts to convince them to give me this computer just for 5 minutes, after which I would disappear, did not succeed - all these five minutes I spent on useless discussions with these people.

After four hours and two lectures I returned to the computer farm: it was nothing to do, but we had to submit the homework before midnight exectly, after which the box with our homeworks should be emptied. I entered the computer room ...

Later some of my classmates would unfoundedly find me guilty of "eyes", "smiles" and other female tricks and charms in use in the presence of ~~muggles~~ cinematographers. However, I used neither charm with amorency, nor other tricks, but only a little discussion, without any result four hours beforehand. Nevertheless, do you really think it's possible to convince some maids of my innocence? However, they all were sat at computers desks and were said "no-no", while I was put into the aisle - the main role in the very tiny episode: "In your red jacket and pink sweater you will look perfectly on our film!"

Without any doubt, they have never heated too much at the computer farm, otherwise computers could sweat and catch a cold :) But walking during two hours in a row in a warm jacket and sweater back and forth under soffittos is not a big pleasure anyway. My character was completely silent: I was given a piece of paper (they even didn't allowed me to read the content) and told to walk.
For two hours, I walked under their menacing glances until, finally, I walked as they wanted me. Here was exactly the case, when my school theater lessons could be useful, but it was too late to be unhappy about that. Finally, the cinema people promised me glory ("we'll send you the magazine with your photos and you will be invited to watch the movie too...") and carefully wrote down my name with the address and the phone number. I have gotten neither invitation nor the magazine. I even don't know whether the movie have seen the light, what was its name, and how many people could see my red jacket with the pink sweater.

About six months later, on one hot Saturday afternoon I was as usual cleanind a stairs room at one of the five-apartment houses. Suddenly one of the doors was opened, and a lady appeared, holding a magazine in her hands:
"Is it you?" - The lady asked me without any introduction and greetings, pointing to the photos.
"Yep", sweaty BabyTiger replied, dropping the rag into a bucket of water, and wiping the sweat with the back of the other paw.
"Oh, you're famous!" - exclaimed the lady, and returned to her apartment, closing the door behind herself.