A water bottle was sent flying towards Marcus’s direction, he was able to avoid it, but the water bottle's cap wasn't closed tightly causing water to splash all over him. He could feel the cold water seeping into his clothes and the script that he had been holding was now drenched, the ink running and the pages starting to crumple. He looked at the person who threw him the bottle in confusion. "S-Sir Frank—"“Get out of here, bastard! How dare you ridicule my book with your acting? This is a mockery of the character! I poured my heart and soul into writing this script, and yet you've just butchered it with your pathetic performance!”Frank, the writer, snapped at Marcus.“But I just did what is in the script, Sir,” Marcus protested. “Is there a role for a dog in the script? You only howled and barked in front of us! How ridiculous! You were supposed to act as if you were a soldier in war! A soldier! Not a fucking dog!” The casting director's patience had also worn thin, as he spat

A beggar was walking along the pavement in the chilly night. He was dragging his right leg as he walked. His moved was slow and laboriously, and could only leaning heavily on a crutch to find support.The crutch appeared to be on the verge of collapsing, its metal components stretched and ready to snap. His look suggested that he had seen better days because of his untidy hair. His tattered clothing hung carelessly over his weak body. The people who passed by him were covering their noses because of the smell he was releasing. In his palm, he held an empty bottle that had long since been empty and a can with a few coins on it from his allnight's hard work.As the beggar was walking and ignoring the cold wind, he heard a familiar voice. He stopped and saw a TV displayed in a store. The screen revealed a scene—a grand awards ceremony. "Congratulations to our power couple, winners of the esteemed 'Best Couple' award for the year 2033!” The host's voice rang out, accompanied by appl

Marcus finally arrived in Pollywood, the glitzy heart of the entertainment industry. This legendary city, nestled in the golden state of California, shimmered under the sun's warm embrace. Its palm-lined boulevards glistened with the dreams of aspiring stars, while its grand theaters and studios echoed with the rich history of filmmaking.The iconic Pollywood sign, perched high in the hills and the bustling streets were adorned with posters of silver screen legends and the latest blockbusters.Every corner of Pollywood exuded an air of glamour, from the legendary Walk of Fame, where the stars' names were etched in gleaming gold, to the world-famous Grauman's Chinese Theatre, where countless premieres had graced its red carpet."This is Pollywood," he said with a grin on his face.It has been a long time since he saw the tall building and watched as fellow actors entered, they were holding a script in hand, and their expressions a mix of hope and uncertainty. He still can't believe t

"Brother Victor! Y-You are finally here!" Amidst the echoing explosions in the background, the boy's voice trembled with relief and disbelief. A hesitant smile crept across his face, and he started to rise as if to embrace Marcus."Get down!" Marcus shouted angrily, veins pulsed on his forehead, and his features contorted with fury.There could be a sniper nearby, yet the boy behaved as though they were meeting for a casual outing.Alexie's eyes widened and stopped on his tracks. Amidst the relentless explosions that rocked the battlefield, Alex's heart raced, and his hands trembled, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from Marcus. The man stood there, looking at him with judgment. Despite the explosions, the man didn't even flinch once. Explosions thundered around them, sending dirt and debris flying, but Marcus remained immovable. He didn't even blink, his expression resolute, as though he were listening to a serene opera amid the turmoil."I-I apolo—"Suddenly, a man's head fle

Marcus' phone vibrated in his pocket, and when he checked the caller ID, a wry smile graced his lips."How shameless of you to call me, Rachel," Marcus answered the phone, his tone cold and unyielding."Where are you?! We need to talk!” Marcus' ears feel like it would burst as Rachel's voice pierces through the phone.Hearing Rachel's voice on the other line, he could not help but remember the times when he begged Rachel to forgive him and come back to him on the phone only to be met with rejection. Now, the tables had turned, and Marcus savored the opportunity to assert himself."Why don't we just talk here on the phone?!"Marcus retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm."You bastard! You dare?! Where the fuck are you?"Marcus couldn't help but chuckle at Rachel's anger. Her frustration was music to his ears."Oh, Rachel, don't be so impatient. I'm not going anywhere," Marcus replied, enjoying every moment of their confrontation."You shameless bastard! I'm gonna teach you a lesso