5 Chapter 2: Part 2

Pleased eyes were on me as I walk towards the Director's chair beside my manager, Mrs. Rosé. She raised both her thumbs up paired with a wide smile. I know she's more than happy. Happy that I did more than a great job. While I'm happy that it's all done.

"What do you think?" Two books of script were placed in front of me. Can I have a little time to waste at home, sleeping? The filming's done, can I? By the way, I thought I made it clear that I would never accept a project if it has something to do with a reality show or me as an antagonist. I should either just have a minor role or a cameo as a good guy, or the main guy who is the exaggerated version of girls' ideal guy – nothing in between.

"What's wrong with a reality show or a role as an antagonist?" She asked, again.

For months I would answer 'Nothing' and she would say 'You'll never grow as an actor.' Then I'll be an actor known for my roles as someone who people look up to like Van Damme and Jason Statham who have action packed movies, Jackie Chan with his Karate movies, and Channing Tatum who also have action packed... uh no. Channing actually have movies about dancing – the Step Up with his now wife Jenna and Magic Mike which was actually his job before he made it to Hollywood, and comedy movies like 22 jump street and She's The Man.

"Nothing" I murmured. I waited, but she landed the scripts on my lap.

"Try reading it." Her bended body straightened after she congratulated me and the staffs. She left, leaving me in nostalgia.

"Alms, alms, alms. Spare me a piece of bread. Spare me your mercy. I am a child so young, so thin, and so ragged. Why are you staring at me?" They looked so delighted with this pitiful look of mine.

Tangled hair, skin darker than usual with vandals of dirt all over my face, used ripped clothes, and bony body – a month without bath and less meal. I never had audiences in the street this rhapsodic and exhilarated.

"Stay away from us, beggar!" in the street, they would say. I ended my piece with me looking like my eyes were starting to blur, like my temples were screwed. The pain is unbearable. This isn't acting anymore. Luckily, that gave me a spot for a scholarship in Geneva School of Arts in acting. This was after I was dependent in this world full of mysteries and miseries.

"Dad, I would be like you when I grow up." I would always say after dad grabbed the trophy, winning a car racing which was his passion. The way those cool cars looked so cool with random bumper stickers, the wild sound of its engine like it would eat anyone who's blocking its way, and the way it would make your head turn 180° just to catch up with its crazy speed. It's so amazing! He used to make me sit on his left shoulder as he raised his trophy on his right. It was as big as me! Somehow, that lessened the pain in our chest due to mom's death. Now, it's my step-brother who he is training to be like him someday. My dad remarried a widowed woman after a year my mom passed. Who on earth would know why that woman was divorced before his partner died? I mean the divorced papers were signed but they have not ended it at the court. She was pretty. I mean, on the outside. Her thick brows are perfectly arched and it looked even thicker as she draws them which made her look like a strict woman that she is. She has a big mouth, literally and figuratively, making her sound like living in a rural which she did years ago. Her hair changes from time to time like those K-Pop idols I see in the square entertainer, in music countdowns. Well I think I should stop talking about her, not that I hold a grudge. I really don't.

My mom, she was the perfect definition of first love. When I first laid my eyes on her weak eyes, I already knew that I'd grow up as a handsome man because she looks exactly like an angel. Many would say that I look a lot like my dad. From my nose, smile, physique and thinking, I am my dad's doppelganger but there is no doubt why girls fall for my eyes, for they are my mom's. For thirteen years, she was there, guiding me through puberty. Puberty sucks. I had to shave my mustache once a week for me to look like my age, my throat aches due to my bulging Adam's apple and fading girly voice, and unknown girls' faces in my dreams at night totally freaked me out. What made it a bit cool is that, I totally became a handsome man I knew I'd be.