Life of a No-Name Extra

To glorify the leading star he obits the big named performer with blank face in shabby clothing and for his part is so minute it doesn’t matter whether he exists or not. Although, he falls under the sword with gushing blood, killed by a single gun shot without a word, or dies by a thrusting spear with a short groan, no one cares to cry for his tragic death, because he has no name, no tomb. A day of extra’s life is to learn how to wait and to survive through one day at a time. He roams around the studio patiently for his given day and, while roaming around the empty studio he becomes a dim shadow under the darkening sky, and when the sky getting darker and darker he follows the sets with a moon, with the stars, to the location where the scenery that is to shot and glorify the big name, as the truckloads that move along in a long formed line. If you spend a day in Hades, it will shorten a day of given life. For death is proof of the contrary to the living, and waiting game is the part of extra’s life, though the life seemed to be worthless, and therefore, no cast of a play is given for his sake, the extra, the leftover life, also is the existing being until he falls under the sword, killed from a single bullet, trusted to die by a spear.