only time will tell if you can break the spell

So let's say we've reached the second act of my movie and the soundtrack has really started to pick up. You know that point in a film where the characters look at each other and wonder what the hell they're doing? Or maybe one of them does. Hell, I don't know. I just like watching.

That's like 94 percent of what life feels like sometimes. At least from where my character stands. For grins, I imagine I'd be standing in the middle of a busy road while cars (not even honking or anything!) would whiz by me. Taking off some place. I look stellar, by the way. Everything just so.

Then you hear this creep in:

As the song nears the end, you're going to think a variety of things. First - wow, videos in the 90s were so very high concept when they didn't just involve some "live" performance shot. Second - did our protagonist have that same short, short haircut? Yes. I did. I thought it looked good. Then I saw pictures of myself. Why no one spoke up is beyond me. I try not to hold it against them to this day. Third - I tried the smokey black eye make up stuff a few times. I just looked like a crack whore on a three day shake down.

But back to the film. The faintest little smile would erupt on my lips as the music faded out and the cars whizzed by.

Second "by the way: moment - I love the word "erupt". Can't tell you why. Just do.

So with that smile, my character turns around, looks for a break in the traffic, and then dashes off to the safety of the sidewalk. At that point, she doesn't know she'd do it again, though. But the audience does. She's weak, that protagonist. That "never again" part would mean the movie ends with no resolution, after all.