Nolan was beaming nonstop. I mean, who wouldn't when you are a famous actor and just won an Oscar for "Best Actor." This of course inflated his already big ego, creating an arrogant atmosphere for the conceited actor. Not that he cared, he had starred in some many movies he believed it was his turn for all the exhausting work he had done.

Nolan is a handsome young male actor. He is in his early 30s, with a mixed brown spiked up hair, light brown eyes and slightly shaved facial hair. For the night of the Oscars, he went all out for his tux. He had paid for a designer one, deeming it was necessary. The actor wore a white tuxedo jacket with a black lapel, white double collared tuxedo shirt, black vest, and silver cuff links. He had black slacks on as well, not to mention black over the calf dress socks and patent leather tuxedo pumps with bows.

Nolan arrived on the red carpet, flaunting his designer white tuxedo as the photographers flashed for the publicity. He got a bit caught up with the photographers before coming to his senses and headed into the theater, sitting in his designated seat. The entire audience waited for a few minutes before the lights dimmed and the award show began.

It went smoothly from there, the awards being handed out in a quick succession and the winner's speech being short and quick, with the "cliche" -according to Nolan- thank you. When it came to the "Best Actor" award and he won, Nolan just gave an all too satisfied smirk across his face. He did his best not to look at the same competitors he just "demolished," but he did, filling his already egoistical mind. He gave his version of a thank you speech: bragging about how it was all his work and talent. His audience did their best to ignore his boasting, so when the music cut Nolan off, everyone was so satisfied. Nolan was taken backstage and escorted into the audience as it cut to commercial on live television.

The rest of the night, to Nolan, was uneventful, seeing that he wasn't going to receive any other awards anytime soon. He occasionally clapped, but not with much enthusiasm and considering he was "above" all these other people. After the awards and the after party, Nolan left, not wanting to delay placing his award on his trophy self.

Hopping in his black sports car, Nolan proceeded to leave, heading towards his house. It wasn't a mansion per say, rather a regular two story suburban house. But hey, a home's a home. The white tuxedo actor revved his engine, getting out of his parking spot and started to drive home. On his way home, he began to fantasize about being a glorious winner with thousands of trophies from various award shows.

To Nolan, it was all about the gold. How he loved the gold. This is why he wanted to become an movie star. Granted he like the fame that came along with it, but Nolan was always the one who wanted win the gold. He won't admit aloud, but he rarely study his lines. His arrogant attitude only grew every since his first applause in a play for his high school. He marked that moment as "the beginning." Few years later, he was an

While he was fantasizing, Nolan drove through a forest. Every now and then, he would glance to his golden award, smiling every so slightly. About the seventh glancing at the object and fantasizing about winning other award (practically already thinking of another victory speech), a deer ran in front of his black car. This sudden event cause Nolan to swerve his sports car in a panic...

Right into the woods. Conveniently where a dirt road was. His fantasies ended just as they appeared as Nolan, still panicking, proceeded to hit loads of lower branches from the forest's trees. Nolan eventually stopped hitting the many trees and came to a stop in his car...

In a large mud pit, big enough for his car to get stuck in.

Nolan came to, noticed his surroundings and knew what would possibly have to do. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that. And how he would loathe it if it did.

The movie star opened the door carefully, observing the distance necessary. He wasn't too deep in mud, thinking it was shallow. So by pressing the gas pedal, Nolan made an attempt to escape the brown quarry.

It made no such movement, only causing a sinking in the car, which immediately came to a stop.

What he had hoped to NOT to do tonight, he would do.

So, begrudgingly, Nolan opened the door once again...

And sank his left black patent leather shoe into the pit.

It was deeper than he thought, the movie star's ankle also covered in the substance, and staining the pant leg of the slacks. Nolan did his best to ignore the action and sink his leg deeper as he got out of the stuck vehicle and applying pressure to stand. He held his right leg up, before it joined in the same fashion of its submerged opposite. Now both of his shoes were muddy, not to mention the bottom of his ankles, slacks and dress socks too. They definitely weren't going to make a second appearance on the red carpet anytime soon. Nolan decided their loss would not be in vain, trudging through the deep mud. Upon the reaching the trunk, the movie star began to do his part of pushing the vehicle. Unfortunately, Nolan lacked the strength, but was luck to get it moving.

Regardless, it took about twenty minutes before the car was free. Nolan was about to enter the car, having escaped from the muddy fate... but got startled at a squirrel that decided to land on the roof of the car. He stumbled back...

Into the same mud pit he just got out of.

Nolan took many steps back first, his already muddy shoes returning to the torment, before he was in the deeper part. The arrogant movie star slipped, landing and staining the white back side of his tuxedo. His hands were covered in the mud too and some of his hair gained brown streaks in the strands. Getting up, Nolan made an attempt to stand which he did...

Before slipping in the mud once again and landing face first. Now his entire tux was drenched from the pit. Nolan laid there for a few seconds, irritated with what his night had come to. The actor made it to his feet... after about seven attempts. The constant falling made him splatter the substance nonstop, like he was slipping on banana peel in a slapstick comedy. Not like it would do him any good, considering his attire was trashed to no point of return.

The arrogant movie star trudged his way out of the mud, almost losing a shoe in some cases. Upon reaching the shore, Nolan saw his reflection on a side of the car that wasn't completely mud.

The award winner was anything but a winner. Nolan's handsome face and hair now dripped the substance, some clumps had stuck and lingered to his face. His prestige white tuxedo jacket and shirt were completely stained in the mud, no trip to the dry cleaners would help it. The black bow tie with a white outline was know soaked and crooked from the various face plants he had done. The black dress vest he wore had been opened unintentionally and bathed in the pit's contents, his slacks sharing the same appearance minus the opening and was basically sticking to his legs. His black otc socks and patent leather tuxedo pumps were the first ones in the mud, so naturally they had been dunked and coated in mud, losing their black coloring.

Nolan looked horrified of what he had become. He could not have ended up like this! No sir! The movie star immediately headed home, intend on getting a shower. He absentmindedly sat down in the driver seat, sparing a quick glance at his award to make sure it was still there. It was, so the experience was not at a total lost.

But Nolan still felt irritated. One minute, he is receiving an award he arrogantly accepts with remorse...

Next, he's doing his own scene in a mud pit, trashing his prestigious white tux.