The Few... The Proud

We sit alone for hours in darkened rooms, where only slivers of light and reflections can be seen.
The gentle hum of the motors compose the score of the dark keeping us in check.
Our presence is generally accepted as necessary, though some don't think we still exist.
We are the keepers of dreams, of fears and of love.
It is through our hands that miles and miles of tales are run.
Life for us runs through a series of pauses that keep us in time at 24.
We are the few, the proud, we are your projectionists.


So the next time you are at a movie, take a second, turn around and wave.