There maybe a few times I wished I could just have 2 more hours of sleep but the moment I got out of my bed there will always be an excitement imploding in my heart. I just couldn't wait to get into the studio and start working.
Looking back the years, the uncountable days I earned hard for my cup of coffee and packed rice from the studio. The super cold temperature in the studio are meant to keep the lights cool. Every drop of coffee as precious as gold keeps my heart pumping and every grain of rice as hard as stone keeps my body functioning.
I've seen a young plant outside the make up room that had grown into a tree over the years with roots deep into the ground yet now slowly withering. I've seen cats that fought rough for territories at the open parking lot and yet were replaced by younger cats each year.
Every studio has its different sets of footprints and every story presents itself the moment someone switches on the TV.
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