The short story about Felix

This is a short story about a young man in his early twenties (21 to be exact). His name is Felix, which mean happy and lucky. Unfortunately he isn't that very lucky nor happy. If he was lucky, he’d won a million dollars last time he bought that lottery ticket, he also would've had parents that supported his career choice and didn't tell him: “You will get kidnapped, tortured maybe even killed!” every time he left the nest to go to an audition (They might be serial killers or people working with trafficking. I’m talking about the casting directors), because they know that’ll worry him and maybe make him stay at home instead of going to that audition. Which then would lead to him not becoming an actor. And Felix would be happy if someone just gave him a chance of proving he is an actor about to bloom and become something big. He would also be really happy if people could treat him with the same respect he does, and not act as if he is just some outcast (just because he happens to live in Nässjö, Småland and not in the big cities). Other than trying to stand up for his name, Felix likes to read books, watch movies, go to the gym and hang out with friends. But that’s when he’s not busy working on a new short film or monologue to tape and upload to YouTube to stay involved in the business. As this might come as a shock (referring to that gloomy story I just told you, if that’s how you thought of it), Felix can actually be funny, very polite, lion-hearted and easy to work with.

Just give him a call (+46 722225533), or send him an email (felixmartinsson@hotmail.com) and he will answer you anytime, in fact he is waiting by his phone right at this very moment, (most young adults are).