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You look at yourslef in the eyes, trough the mirror, shake your hands, stretch your mouth, jump once or twice as the bath robe you´re wearing feels kind of lose.

The light bulb above you lights the room in a cold way, the whole situation feels cold, empty, but focus. It´s your job, it has always been your job, you´re doing nothing wrong, the people who pay you to do it are, you´re just a hired body. The production assistant knocks on the door and yells "5 minutes". Sweat runs trough all your body, but the sweat that only you know it´s there cause it can´t be seen yet but you can feel it. 

"Untie the bath robe, take it off", you think. You can´t, something´s not right, it feels different today. "Nonsense", you say to yourself. The robe falls to your feet, your naked body proyects itself in the mirror, you look at yourself from head to toe "Let´s work", you smile at your reflection, turn around, grab the door knob, open the door.

The set is ready, waiting for you. A well lighted bed, cameras all around, candles to set the mood. Heart beating like crazy, all of it just for you. The director comes to you and takes you to your co-worker´s dressing room so you two meet. "I hope she´s ´pretty" you think to yourself. The door opens. She´s pretty. She´s your wife.