Applause from my imaginary fans is still applause.

Cue the slow-motion hair flip.

The universe is the background. I'm the plot.

Walking into the grocery store like it's a red carpet.

I'm not dramatic. I'm cinematic.

Rain on the window, sad song playing, tea in hand. Award season, I'm ready.

Staring out the window with headphones like I'm in a music video.