The Start!!

"Rise and shine sir Tristan! Manager Whifler wants you to see him now." Tanya cheerfully greeted him as she tied all the curtains that were covering Tristan's room window.

"Now?" Tristan looked at the clock, then covered his face with his pillow and wrapped himself in his thick, soft, and white huge blanket again. "It's still 5 in the morning."

"Get your lazy head up, Tristan. We don't have time for being a sleeping beauty. Don't you remember that we only had one week to prepare?" Whifler said while standing right at his room's doorstep, leaning with his arms being crossed.

"It's your fault. You made that nonsense excuse and now we're in trouble." Tristan mumbled under his pillow.

"You will get up now and start your session or stay there as long as you want but, make sure you won't blame me if you'll messed up in public. Your choice," Whifler said. Tristan was silent for a moment, then he suddenly sat on his bed.

His hair was messy and his eyes were half-closed looking at Whifler. "Okay," he crackly uttered.

"Very well. Then, I'll be waiting at the lobby," Whifler said, then left.

Tanya gave Tristan a wide smile. She had this glossy tanned skin. Her hair was dyed with fantastic mahogany color and was tied into a bun. Her heart-shaped lips were still curled upward while staring at Tristan. He just unamusedly looked at her chocolate-brown optics for a moment, then ignored her and headed straight to the comfort room.

Tanya jolted in disbelief. "Whoa." She mumbled before leaving Tristan's room.

Whifler waited for almost an hour and a half before he finally saw Tristan walking towards him. His right brow raised and annoyedly stared at Tristan.

"Good grace you are done. What kind of ritual did you do?!" Whifler sarcastically fumed.

Tristan just calmly sat on the couch across from him. "I fell asleep in the bathroom. Sorry," Tristan answered without any expression on his face.

"What—" Whifler held his temper and frustratedly calmed himself. "Never mind. Let's focus on our purpose now. I just wanted to remind you that even if you look exactly like her, you can't still perfectly replicate her. Considering your gender, gestures, behavior, attitude, and clothing."

Whifler started to walk back and forth in front of Tristan. "Your hair, skin tone, and physique are almost similar. Your voices are tolerable since you both have a neutral tone. But, the way you look will change her usual image. Trish had a soft yet, emotionless gaze in her natural self. But on camera, she will do whatever she needs to do. Versatility, to be exact," Whifler explained.

He paused and looked at Tristan. His legs were open just like the typical man's sitting position and his body was leaning to the couch's backrest.

"And.. Trish never sit like that," Whifler said, then he corrected his body posture to sit like Trish—he put his feet in cross and he straightened his back to distance it from the couch's backrest. "Remember, you're Trish—an elegant lady."

He continued to lecture him throughout the day. Although boredom and tiredness were seen in Tristan's face, Whifler still pushed him to listen and follow him. "Another thing, Trish is friendly and cheerful to her fans. So, that gloomy face of yours should be soothed and start to smile often," he said while stretching Tristan's cheeks.

"But don't worry, Trish is also known for being quite reserved, so engaging in conversation with others is not bothersome," Whifler added and smiled at him. He started to walk back and forth again while discussing.

"I guess that's all for now," Whifler said after an hour of continued discussion.

Tristan's face brightened a bit and a faint sigh escaped his mouth. "Can I ask a question?"

Whifler glanced at him. "Yes. What is it?"

"You know... I'm a man, right?" Tristan started which caused Whifler's brows to furrow.

"Yes... Why?" Whifler asked.

Tristan pointed his middle part of the body and looked at Whifler calmly. "When I crossed my legs, it's quite uncomfortable down there."

Whifler was taken aback by his question. He fell silent for a moment before he cleared his throat. He didn't expect that. "Ahm. Don't worry, we will taped it. So, I guess it won't be that uncomfortable in real situation."

Tristan nodded then he left the lobby, leaving Whifler in deep thought. Actually, he didn't think about that. He probably should consider Tristan's thing in every situation from now on, especially when he must wear a fitted clothes.