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Dreams of Stardom (Hollywood SI)

Troy Armitage knows that he was someone else before his birth in 1989. Yet, that didn't help him much when he was dealt a bad hand in life. A chance encounter led him to path that would make him the biggest superstar in the world. A showbiz story starting in 1997 and (hopefully) going all the way forward to 2020s if the readers keep supporting. Patreon Link: patreon.com/fableweaver PS: I have crossposted it on RoyalRoad, AO3, and Scribblehub. If you find it anywhere else, it's not me.

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Ch-5

AN: As was pointed out to me by a patron, I thought I must put this before this chapter that the MC is straight and the final pairing would be with a female celebrity yet to be decided. The plot of the movie in this chapter was used only to make an 'award-friendly' film. If it offends you, don't worry, this is the only original film that the MC will be doing for now.

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I took a deep breath and released it as I calmed myself, "I'm ready."

Steve fiddled with the camera for a moment then shouted, "Action!"

I smiled brightly at the camera and said, "Hello big people! Someone told me that you have little to no knowledge of the acts of passion. Y'know the stuff grown-ups like you do with sometimes with your significant others and sometimes behind their backs. What stuff is he talking about? You might be thinking."

At this I took on a dramatic pose, "Worry not because Dr. Mark is here to answer all your questions about sex." I made a peace sign with my right hand.

"To begin with, sexual intercourse or fucking is the act where typically a male partner inserts his penis or what you call a cock inside the vagina or pussy of the female partner. This happens because when humans are sexually stimulated, you know like jerking off or fingering or sometimes just snogging. By the way, snogging is kissing for you American twats."

While explaining, I tried my best to embellish all my expressions to make them out to be funnier and exaggerated complete with all the hand motions.

"As I was saying, when a person is sexually stimulated, then the cock becomes hard and the pussy becomes wet. This is so that the hard penis can easily slide inside a wet vagina. When they rub together, the cock shoots a white substance called semen which goes deep inside the female through the vagina and meets the eggs there. When they meet, a very tiny baby is made which grows within 9 months and then the females push it out, just like poop, but from the pussy."

Then I went on to explain the different types of sex, be it oral, anal, or just mutual masturbation. Knowledge of STIs thrown in with different sexual orientations, contraceptives, and how to prevent yourself from sexual abuse. Hell, I even talked about sex positions and foreplay. I explained why consent is an important element when indulging in sex and that anything without explicit consent is wrong both legally and morally. 

What I thought would be a short speech of two minutes went on to take around fifteen. Initially, I was a little hesitant but within a minute I was in full control of the situation. I made jokes every now and then and finally I was done.

"Cut," Steve mumbled as he sat down on the couch and looked uncomfortable and unable to meet my eyes.

"Dad." I called out but he just hummed in thought, "How did I do?"

"You did good," He mumbled and then rubbed the corner of his eyes.

"Oh my God, are you crying?" I asked incredulously, "I did exactly what you told me to do. Wait, was my performance so touching? Jeez, I am flattered Dad."

That brought a smile to his face. He lifted his head and looked me in the eye as he said, "You know too much. No kid who has never seen or done sex should know this much. That leads me to believe that…" He trailed off.

I blinked in confusion and then it dawned on me.

Oh.

OH.

"You think my birth mum did more than I told you or the police." It wasn't a question. It was the most logical deduction any sane adult would reach if they saw an 8-year-old child, whose mother was on probation for child sex abuse, spouting detailed sex knowledge in the pre-internet era.

He gave me a look as if saying, 'Isn't it?'

I looked him straight in the eye and lied my ass off, "Yes, I heard some things from her room but only ever watched her in action that one time that I told the authorities about. My other knowledge comes from this women's magazine that my mum had a monthly subscription to."

He nodded slowly in acceptance but did not say another word.

To break the awkward silence I said, "Won't you critique me?"

He shook his head, "Maybe some other time with a good enough scene. I think we have done enough for today, don't you think?"

I nodded in acceptance and decided to just go back to my sunbathing.

(Break)

Steve slowly walked back to his room after hours of scriptwriting. At the moment, his fingers were tired of typing on his old typewriter. Hopefully, he will be done soon so he can finally get paid.

Although he still had some of his own savings left, he was very close to dipping into his inheritance that he had sworn to leave for his little sister who was currently studying at NYU.

Then of course there was Troy.

Steve can honestly say that he loved Troy more and more as days passed. At first, it was only Kathy's insistence that they should adopt a child that he had reluctantly agreed to. Then he thought it out rationally and the child support allowance alone would be enough to foster a child profitable enough.

Kathy had always wanted a kid. Unfortunately, it was medically impossible for her to conceive a child. While the option of surrogacy was open to them, she insisted that they should rather adopt. Steve had only agreed to foster a kid.

That opinion changed when Troy came into his life. Now he cares about the little tyke more than anything. Even more than Kathy.

When his son said that he wanted to become an actor, Steve decided that he would do everything in his power to make him the best actor ever. He prepared a script for a short movie with background info and everything.

He had made a plan that he would shoot the entire script in the form of short scenes that would show every expression of his son to improve his chances at a future acting career.

Surely, he hadn't told Troy, but the kid was smart. He would probably guess it within a few days at most.

Steve knew that he wasn't the perfect person to teach acting, but he was good enough. To fulfill his shortcomings, he had planned to employ some other experts.

First, there would be his music training. Although musicals are going out of fashion, it is always advantageous to have a card up his sleeve. Now, whether Troy goes for vocal or instrumental or both is up to him.

And the next would be dance training. Although he didn't expect Troy to copy Michael Jackson anytime soon, basic training would do him no harm.

The final decision about the training remains with Troy though. He doesn't want the kid to resent him in the future for piling too much on him. Steve planned all this because the kid hardly ever studied for his classes. He completes all his homework within half an hour and the rest of the time is spent either watching TV or reading fiction and still scores perfect marks. This schedule will allow him to go out and make friends.

With all these thoughts in his mind, he almost didn't notice when he stripped down to his boxers and got under the covers right beside Kathy, who was reading a magazine.

His eyes glanced over the cover and saw the name, 'The Cosmopolitan.'

He immediately frowned as he remembered 'the talk' scene.

"Make sure you hide all your womanly magazines," Steve announced.

When Kathy gave him a questioning look he explained, "Troy found out about sex from womanly magazines that his other mother kept at their home."

"So you finally gave him the talk?" Kathy asked curiously, "How did it go?"

Steve shook his head in embarrassment, "More like he gave me the talk. Wait, I'll show you." Steve got up, brought his camcorder, and hit play on the latest video available.

Kathy listened carefully as Troy came on the little screen and started making crude sex jokes but explained the whole process very well. Kathy laughed out loud when he called the listeners American twats.

Finally, when the video ended Steve said, "I didn't give him any of those lines. I told him to do an improv because he didn't want 'the talk'. And this is the result."

"His knowledge is quite extensive on the subject," Kathy quipped with a snigger, "So what have you planned to do with the video?"

Steve had a contemplative look on his face as he said, "Originally nothing, but now I have an idea. The script of the surprise film I was planning for him would have to be revised a little but it is doable."

Kathy smiled, "This scene is gold. It shouldn't be wasted."

"When he first told me he wished to become an actor, I was skeptical," Steve said, "But after just one day, I can see his talent and if nurtured properly, he can be great."

"I have half a mind to petition the National Parent Teacher Association to allow this clip to be shown in the high schools at the very least if not the middle schools as well." Kathy insisted.

"You can try that," Steve acquiesced as he hugged Kathy sideways, "I need to finish the film first. Also, as long as it was for fun, that scene is perfect, but when it becomes educational, no association would allow a film with such profane language to be shown to minors. If we go that route we'll have to make some changes in the scene, but then it would lose its authenticity."

Steve sighed as he mulled over the dilemma.

"We'll think of that when the time comes." Kathy lay down on her side of the bed, "Why don't you complete the film first. Then we'll decide what we can or can't do. It's not like it would cost you too much except your time."

Steve nodded.

"Am I a bad mother that I am really horny, after hearing about sex from my son's mouth?" Kathy asked innocently.

Steve's lips upturned into a devilish grin as he descended upon her.

(Break)

I had a blast practicing acting with my new Dad. His face may look a little dour normally, but he can be a lot of fun too while shooting. It didn't take me long to deduce that he was making a movie around me, but I didn't tell him that I had found out.

Although he shot scenes haphazardly, they were linked in some ways or other. 

There were even a few awkward scenes. Like the one we are shooting right now.

When Steve told me the scene I had to do, I was very hesitant. I didn't want anyone to see me this vulnerable. At the same time, I didn't want to disappoint Steve. In the end, I swallowed my dignity and agreed to do the scene. Though, I didn't let Steve know that I didn't want to do it.

I was standing in the bathroom with our neighbor Bobby, who is 19 or so, but he plays the 16-year-old babysitter of Mark.

"Dylan," I called out to Bobby who was standing naked in front of me, "Why are you different from me?"

I looked at Bobby's body pointedly as I was explained by Steve. From my guess, we were making an educational video about sex.

"Don't we both have the same thing?" Here he grabbed his crotch crudely as more water came pouring down between us.

I was only wearing a pair of skin-colored swimming trunks, so it would appear as if I was naked. Bobby was old enough to legally appear in his natural form after all and it was his body that was to be the focus of the camera.

"Yes, but I don't have hair under my arms or on my willy or on my chest or my butt or anywhere else but my head. You do." I pointedly retorted.

He grinned mischievously as he pinned me against the wall and said, "You'll grow it when you are older. Now, how about I show you the big difference between you and me."

His hand slid down my chest but stopped at the navel.

"Cut!" Steve's sound rang out, "Good job Bobby, Troy." Bobby shut off the water at that moment.

This scene was the biggest giveaway that we were making a movie because just a few days ago, Bobby's character Dylan had deliberately poured Coke all over us both so we'll have to shower.

"Alright," Steve continued as he stepped into the bathroom, "I have taken the necessary shots. The rest of the work including the voice can be managed in the post-production."

I gave him a look, "Now, you are not even trying to hide the fact that you duped me with acting lessons into making a movie."

He gave me a sheepish smile.

Not to be outdone by a kid, Bobby said, "Hey man, he told me the same thing, don't worry. I'm not getting paid even when doing a nude scene."

Steve cleared his throat, "As I have reassured you many times Bobby, nothing below your pubic hair would appear in the film. And didn't you say you would get extra credit for your college?"

Bobby raised his hands in surrender, "Sorry boss. No complaints from me on that."

Bobby was currently studying acting in the UCLA Theatrics program. As it was summer right now, he agreed to do a supporting role in the movie. He even introduced us to his girlfriend Amy who was sitting outside, waiting for her scene to be shot next.

"The next scene would be a little difficult to explain but be patient and it will make sense," Steve said after he called Amy in.

"In this scene, Jenny, that's Amy's character, would hear the screams of protests coming from the bathroom. She will rush over and see that Dylan is upon Mark. Troy, you have to flail and move your hands frantically while shouting at the top of your lungs." Steve explained, "Your dialogue is something like, 'leave me alone', 'let me go', 'help!', etc. The rest you can improvise."

Then he turned to Bobby, "You will block his mouth with your right hand when he continues shouting. We will have to take two shots, one of Jenny coming through the main door and hearing the shouts, when she opens the door of the bathroom, she sees the situation and attacks Dylan with the baseball bat she picked up on the way.

"Dylan will go down in one hit and keep lying on the floor. Then Jenny will hug her brother Mark tightly and sob after witnessing that. Troy, your performance will be tough here. You have to truly cry like something really bad has happened. Do you understand?"

At all of our nods, he continued, "First we'll shoot the second scene because I don't want you two to stand here half-naked and wet, even if it's summer."

So the scene begins like this, Jenny opens the sliding door of the bathroom in a hurry and witnesses the unspeakable, she bashes the head of Dylan with the baseball bat. (Not really, it misses), he goes down but in a fit of rage, she bashes him a few more times on the torso. Then she turned off the water and hugged me tightly as we both cried. I hysterically and she silently.

This was the toughest scene I had shot till now and we had too many retakes. And finally, this scene was completed at the ninth retake.

The good part about shooting this film is that we shot everything at my home or Bobby's most of the time so we didn't have to travel too much. Bobby was living with his parents for the summer and they didn't mind us shooting there so it went relatively smoothly. Today we shot the scene in our bathroom.

The biggest problems in a home film were costumes/props, lighting, and sound. Many of the dialogues will have to be dubbed again because of a lack of proper recording devices. And although we wore our own clothes, sometimes we had to make some purchases, like my trunks or the cock-sock for Bobby or even the baseball bat (although Steve wanted to teach me baseball so we would have bought it anyway.)

For lighting, we borrowed some equipment from a friend of Steve's for a few weeks so we had to finish the shots involving Bobby and Amy at the earliest as those scenes, although few in number, required more light because of the multiple focus required.

Hopefully, everything will be done soon.

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