Will

— Of course not! I think it's the first challenge as an actor, and as a person, to learn how to deal with someone like the Lord looking intimidating, but sometimes it gets tiresome!

— You are my brother, and you have inherited my courage..."

— How is it? Did I inherit your courage? Did you forget that I'm older?

— I don't see much. You may have been born two years before me, but it's a fact that hierarchy doesn't exist between us, right?

— You clown! You don't respect me, I think I gave you too much space, that's right! — I go, and throw a pillow at her again.

— Oh, do you want to kill me?— fwing and smile. — But back to the subject. Why does he act this way?

— I do not know. I didn't do anything for him, and I'm just ignored...

— Did he not like having to play with you, and wanted someone famous to be Wanchai? Or his millionaire playboy fame got to him, and he must be thinking you bought the spot...

— Lyn, none of these alternatives make sense! I don't know what his problem is, I know I need to study even more to give my best to this character. You know the book's fandom has hated me until my other life, and if P'Nate is dissatisfied, he's the one who covers the direction.

[...]

I really needed to do my best to live in Wanchai, and my initial mission was to win P”Nate, that is, to win his trust, so that together we could develop good work. So, I invited him to something different this time, because I found out he likes football, so I invited him to play a game with some friends of mine. We talked very little before departure. As soon as it was over, I took a shower, and waited for him. I needed to invite him to dinner, so I would have something to talk about: Football.

I said goodbye to my friends, and sat on a bench facing the bathroom on the block. It takes a while, and I see him. I don't know what happens, I try my best not to look, but something is stronger than me. Too weird. I look hypnotized. What's happening? There's nothing wrong with him, wearing jeans and a European team jersey, his hair wet, falling into his eyes. He sits next to me, and I hope he hasn't noticed my curious gaze. Honestly, I'm not know myself. I keep watching as he puts on his shoe, and as if I have nothing to do with my life, I start to notice a drop of water running from his hair, running all over his face. Definitely what's up with me?

— Will you be looking at me all the time? — His speech surprises me, and I need something to talk about, to get me out of this jam.

— Sorry! It's just... I was looking at your shirt, it looks old...

— Oh, was that it? It's old, I bought it from a collector on the internet, and from the time of Real Madrid's Galacticos...

— Ah understood! — I've never heard of the galactics, but that's ok. — And this Ronaldo, wasn't his number 7?

— No. This is another Ronaldo, he's Brazilian. He was world cup champion with the Brazilian team, an incredible player!

Our conversation continued in the restaurant, and for the first time I managed to get a few sentences out of his mouth, and even smiles. When it came to football and music, sir, look intimidating, talks non-stop, we talked for hours, and I felt satisfied with my mission. If I keep persevering I will be able to create the least amount of intimacy with him.

[...]

The weeks passed quickly, and during this period I had the opportunity to get a little closer to my scene partner. We did a lot of activities together, including studying the text with and without the cast. It was important to realize that P'Nate is extremely professional in everything, to see how dedicated he is, and how much he helped me to understand Wanchai even more, it was gratifying.

The first day of recording has arrived. Exactly, the shooting of the scenes from the first trailer, and with it, a lot of concerns, not just with the scenes, but with my parents. This trailer would be limited to Youtube, but if my parents saw it, it would be chaos, and I would have to face them. As soon as the first day is over, I walk slowly through the hallways that lead to the main studio, and a few colleagues pass by and say their goodbyes as I drag myself along. My thoughts are on my family, and on the drama far greater than those we watched on Boyslove, until I heard someone call my name, and I was snapped out of my trance.

— Will, wait!

I look toward the voice behind me. I stop, and wait for him to approach, still wearing his regular college student attire, the look isn't intimidating, but there's something that makes me a little uncomfortable, I don't know why I'm thinking something like that, but his lips are so kissable, it's hard to look at him and not think about it. What? Why am I thinking about something like this? Finally he approaches, looks at me shyly, what's up with him?

— Will, I need to pass the text Will you be available tomorrow afternoon? Since we have the day off...

— All right, I can. I have class at the college in the morning, and as soon as I drop, I can meet you.

He nodded his head in the affirmative, and said goodbye. Something was different, normally he's not like that. What am I thinking? It's like I've known him for decades!

[...]

When we first met he barely looked at me, and today he texted me his address, I can't understand him. In front of his apartment door, I take a deep breath, ring the bell and it doesn't take long for it to open.

— Hi, come in. — speak, effaz signal for you to follow him. I close the door behind me. I quickly observe the space around me, everything so white, wall, sofa.

We went through the text several times, but every time I suggested the first date scene, he would get nervous, or feign dementia, and tell us to skip it and save it for last. But we need to study it. As soon as he comes back from the bathroom, I question him.

— P'Nate, why don't we just do the missing scene?

— Why don't you stop calling me that?

— And what should I call him?

— Nate. — on hearing this I confess that I was a little surprised, he considers me so much to allow me not to use the P'? — Is well Will, but still missing the scenes of the second episode.

I know, but this is the first date thing. It is the first contact between Wanchai and Thirasak, we need to get some things right, movements, looks and our Talk... Everything went well. — his look and tone of voice do not seem very happy.

 We walk away, I approach him and face him. I try to show a strange feeling, confused when looking directly into your eyes, is what the text asks for. I open and close my mouth as if I were to say something, but the words don't come out. He looks at me intensely for a moment, but lowers his gaze and turns his face to the side. I don't understand. Our script does not ask for this, but I think we should follow. Nate turns his back on and walks, I call him, or rather, Wanchai does it.

— Thirasak. — That's the moment he just pretends he doesn't care about the Wanchai calling out to him. But my character doesn't get tired. — You fool!

He turns around, stares at me angrily. Walk to me. It's very close.

— And I…

I feel extremely nervous about the way you look at me.

— What is it? Speak up, I'm in a hurry. He says, and I continue to stutter, looking around, until he blurts out the sentence that makes my heart race fast.

— Keep looking at me like that, and I'll kiss you until you go crazy!