a day as someone else

You are horrified as the visage of the awful abomination of the movie flickers on to the set, staring into your soul, clenching it so tightly its claws tear it to pieces. You watch something painful, you feel pain. You run off. You want to. You need to. Out the door you go, a scream passing your lips. People turn their heads quizzically. Nobody knows of the horrors you've witnessed. Eventually you bump into a guy carrying coffee. He falls down, dropping his coffee.