“Are you done?” Eric is sitting on the makeup chair while his highly paid makeup artist diligently works asks Rachel, who just arrived. Rachel didn't reply, and she sat on the sofa with a satisfied grin on her face."Judging by the expression on your face—I'm guessing you were successful? Well, it looks like the rumors about that guy were true, huh?" Julia chimed in, sharing a sly smirk with Eric. She, too, occupied a makeup chair, undergoing her own transformation at the hands of a skilled artist. "Declan has a soft spot for the ladies."“Haha! It is done. The idiot and ugly guy is frantically running back and forth in the comfort room!” Rachel exclaimed with a wicked grin. “Haha! Ugh! Disgusting!”"Marcus made him coffee, so I made sure that I put the sedative on something that he has to drink. That way, the Director will suspect Marcus, and it will be all according to plan,"Rachel continued, her voice dripping with cunning satisfaction. "Good. Now, everything will go as planned.
“Are you done?” Eric is sitting on the makeup chair while his highly paid makeup artist diligently works asks Rachel, who just arrived. Rachel didn't reply, and she sat on the sofa with a satisfied grin on her face."Judging by the expression on your face—I'm guessing you were successful? Well, it looks like the rumors about that guy were true, huh?" Julia chimed in, sharing a sly smirk with Eric. She, too, occupied a makeup chair, undergoing her own transformation at the hands of a skilled artist. "Declan has a soft spot for the ladies."“Haha! It is done. The idiot and ugly guy is frantically running back and forth in the comfort room!” Rachel exclaimed with a wicked grin. “Haha! Ugh! Disgusting!”"Marcus made him coffee, so I made sure that I put the sedative on something that he has to drink. That way, the Director will suspect Marcus, and it will be all according to plan,"Rachel continued, her voice dripping with cunning satisfaction. <
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
Marcus glared at Julia."W-What are you saying?! Rachel is my girlfriend. She wouldn't do that!"Eric smirked at Marcus and then looked at Rachel and grinned. "Come here, Babe.""B-Babe?"Marcus looked at Rachel, asking for an explanation from her, only to witness her walking towards Eric. Eric wrapped his arms around Rachel intimately. He held her close and squeezed her butt with a perverted grin. "Stop it!" Rachel yelled, but it was obvious by the redness on her face that she liked it.Marcus's eyes narrowed. "What are you doing, Rachel? Why are you holding Eric so intimately?""What do you think, Marcus? Isn’t it obvious already? Eric and I are together now! I was cheating on you this whole time!" Rachel rolled his eyes with disgust."W-What? T-That is ridiculous, Rachel! You don't even know what kind of a person Eric is! We love each other! R-Right?"Rachel scoffs. "Love? Why would I even love an idiot like you? A loser like you? We are breaking up, Marcus!""Break up?" Marc
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
It was really Rachel. The woman he despised so much was in front of him at this very moment. Eric and Rachel's voices on the awarding echoed in Marcus's mind. They were celebrating and being celebrated, yet he was on the street begging for spare coins from the people who looked at him in disgust and pity."What brings you here?" his tone was cold.Rachel didn't answer him and just walked herself inside. Her heels clicked against the floor with every step. She looked at every side of the apartment with disgust, and it was obvious that she didn't want to be inside any longer. The subtle curl of her lip gave away her thoughts.Finally, her gaze landed on Marcus, and it was filled with irritation and disgust. Her intense blue eyes bore into him. "You were inside, and you didn't open the door? Seriously?" Rachel yelled."So what? This is my house—" Rachel's eyes widened. "What?! Are you talking back now?" "I ask you. What's your purpose in coming here?" Marcus’s repeated, his tone
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
"Marcus Thornwood?" A rush of anxiety and exhilaration rushed through Marcus's blood as soon as he heard his name again. He released his grip on Jack's shoulder and responded to the staff member, "Here!"Marcus approached the staff member, leaving Jack, who was stunned and clenching his script. "H-How did he know?" he trembled and couldn't stop fearing the end of his career.Jack looks at Marcus's back." I must avoid him at all costs. I won't go near him again. Maybe I should call the agency and say I'm not interested in this role anymore." he muttered under his breath, his fingers shaking as he hurriedly dialed his agency's number.***The middle-aged woman stood close to the audition room's entrance, clutching a clipboard. She had a professional but slightly bored attitude as she was looking at Marcus.The woman gave him a brisk nod as he approached."Marcus Thornwood, right?" she confirmed, glancing down at her clipboard. She gave him a quick once-over, her disinterest clear.