Movie Stage Fright Novels & Stories

I’ve turned into a frightened mess. Someone screaming or calling out often send a wave of panic through me and cause me to tremble uncontrollably. Who would want to work with an actor like that? I could ruin more scenes than I get right, and I can’t control it. Our new drama comes to mind. Can I do it? I want to be Tiffany’s co-star and act beside her as the main couple again, but will this nightmare with the crazy lady stop me from getting into character? I’m always looking over my shoulder or jumping when I hear a loud noise, thinking it is her coming to get me.

She didn't want to mess up this time but her stage fright was really going to affect her in the career she was pursuing if she didn't learn how to be bold and stop ruining the scene by doing the wring thing. Everyone get ready!” The director commanded. "Lights, Camera, Action!” "Dennis?” Delilah called out to her best friend, playing the role of Freya Lara in the movie. "Dennis?” Freya called out again, a frown etched on her face as she felt uneasy. She knew nowhere in the mall and Dennis had offered to accompany her to the mall because she was blind but now he was nowhere around her. He left her side without mouthing a word, and when freya noticed that she had been alone for some minutes, s

The plan was to travel with Tiffany to London for the music and dance festival, but we couldn't get any tickets, and at the very last minute, which was this morning, West bought two tickets and Tiffany chose to go with him over me, so now I'm stuck home watching a scary horror movie, which I hate. I'm sitting on the couch in the living room with my feet on the couch, my knee pressed against my chest, and my arms wrapping around it. My body is shaking, the haunting music from the movie filling the whole house, and to make matters worse, all the bulbs are off, so I'm sitting in the dark living room and watching the heart ripper stare murderously at me while walking slowly towards me. I can't l

Even though Jex was here, she was just sitting in a chair watching the excitement, watching the director scold her, watching the other actors ostracize her. This job was really not something a person could handle. She would never criticize anyone's acting skills again; if she wasn't nervous in front of the camera, she would already have some acting skills. She could understand why female actors got plastic surgery. When the camera got close, she really worried that her flaws would be magnified infinitely. Sigh… it was killing her! Fiona handed her a tissue to wipe the water off her face and finally said something that sounded like comfort, "What are you afraid of? You have connections. It's

“Good. Because if you make any wrong moves, you might find yourself out of the spotlight faster than you got in.” Before Mary Lou can respond, the bell rings, signaling that the show is about to start. The actors begin to move towards the stage hurriedly. Now, the atmosphere is shifting to one of focused energy. Charlotte straightens up and gives Mary Lou a final, pointed look. “Break a leg, Mary Lou,” she says sweetly, before turning and walking away. Mary Lou takes a deep breath, trying to calm a racing mind. Every interaction with Charlotte leaves her mentally exhausted. She knows Charlotte’s threats are not to be taken lightly, but she’s determined not to let fear control her. She gather

Fear of the Unknown [When the dead comes back to life] . . Chapter 5: gaze of mystery . *Skylar Hepburn* The boy in question looked towards his direction as if he knew Skylar was there and tilted his head finally completing the smile that he wanted to give him. Skylar's heart raced as he saw the boy's spectral form fixate on him. Anxiety gripped him like a vice, causing his breath to quicken and his palms to grow clammy.

Just one night’s income here could cover her treatment for weeks. I couldn’t screw this up. The lights dimmed. A hush fell over the crowd. My pulse hammered so hard that I felt it in my throat. I stepped onto the stage. And froze. The audience wasn’t just big… it was monstrous. Rows of people staring up at me. I saw eyes with unnatural gleams, movements too smooth, too sharp, fangs glinting under the blacklight. I didn't know that the patrons here had that fetish. My stomach flipped.

"Yeah, that was intense. But there's something about knowing it's a real threat. It makes sense in my mind. With movies, it's the unpredictability, the unknown. It just messes with me." Astrid inches in, curious. "So, it's not just the ghosts and ghouls, it’s the way they're presented? The jump scares, the suspense?" "Exactly. It's like my brain can't handle the fake stuff. In real situations, my training kicks in. But sitting in front of a screen, waiting for the next scare? It’s torture." Phoenix chuckles. "Maybe we should have a horror movie night to help you face your fears." Dexter gave him a mock glare. "You're enjoying this far too much, Phoenix."

He continued as if I was here by choice. Gina began walking forward toward the stage and the crowd parted for her, but all eyes remained on me. I was so scared I was sure they could probably see my hands shaking, but I’ve spent years faking confidence. This was the ultimate test of my acting skills. I straightened my spine, pulled back my shoulders, and lifted my chin as I walked through the crowd of giant beasts. I would not show them how terrified I really felt.