The Smile

It had been a long day. 
Fan after fan had streamed past me, eager faces alight with the chance to pause and take a picture with me. 
I kept a pleasant smile on my face, though in reality I was beginning to struggle with keeping it on. There were plenty of people, some in costumes I recognized, others in get ups so strange I wondered why they weren't having their own opportunities to have photos taken with fans. 
Surreptitiously, I stretched in my chair as I waited for the next fan group to come in. I couldn't wait to get out of here. To go and lay down in bed and just relax after a long day.
I glanced over as the next group entered in and my breath caught.
Three individuals dressed in costumes I hadn't seen in years. From one of my first movies where I'd been able to sing and dance. My heart sped up and I found myself genuinely grinning, they were near identical to the costume me and my crew had worn on set. These people had done their research. I straightened up. "Chimney sweeps!" I cried my smile only getting wider as their eyes lit up at my recognition. "Step in time!" I stuck out my elbows in the position for the number, and the three broke out into their own happy smiles as they came up to me, linking elbows before we posed for the picture. 
And for the briefest of moments, I was transported back to the film, to the set, the faint melody of the song drifting through my mind.
A flash of the camera. And they turned to me, withdrawing their arms. "Thank you." They said.
"No, Thank you." Was my reply as I waved them off.
It was just the boost I needed to get through the rest of this day. 

-Inspiration from my roomies getting their picture taken with Dick Van Dyke