Another day dawned.
The princess stole away to the attic,
and locked up her dreams.
They didn’t matter.
Only success did.
Her pencil snapped.
Then his arm.
The newspaper lay untouched.
Jimbo’s ill.
They waited for her.
Spears at the ready,
Gun power warming up,
She was their sole guide.
It was now or never
They had to fight today
To secure their future
She began to speak
They listened. She paused,
And looked afar…
“Cut!” says the director.