Can boys cry?
When I finally heard, "You were our chosen to play Thirasak!" tears streamed down my face. It was the first time I cried in years, and I think boys can cry, and express their feelings.
It was the first meeting with the director, production and cast after it was established that my character would not be Thirasak, but Wanchai, I didn't quite understand the reason for the change, although P' Tan, the director, explained to me that when seeing the audition footage, he thought I would look better as Wanchai, and the other actor as Thirasak. I didn't like it very much at first, but I really wanted to work, and for that I still had to lose a lot of weight, because the character had a fragile and delicate appearance, in relation to his romantic partner. Nervousness takes over me, I'm so stunned in the reception hall that my staff, P'Mes, realizing the situation, leads me to the big elevator, looks at me and talks.
— You don't seem to be here. Keep calm, everything will be fine! — as I listen, I shake my head and take a deep breath.
We walked down a long hallway until we reached the door. Upon entering, I noticed that the room was full of people. I look around and recognize some faces on the TV, and my nervousness increases when one of the producers says something.
— We were waiting for you! — What shame, being late to the first meeting with the entire cast!
I smile shyly.
— Sorry I'm late! Good morning everyone...
P'Tan began talking about what he expected from the project. As he speaks, I look around the room, taking in each person at the table, until my gaze falls on my co-star, P'Nate. His gaze is intimidating, he stares at me like he's reprimanding me for something. They sent me the text of the first three episodes. I know I have a lot of scenes with him, and I also know that we will have romantic scenes, but I don't want to think about that right now, and facing him makes me a little insecure.
[...]
After meeting with the P'Tan cast and producers, they asked to speak with me and Mr. “Intimidating Look”. He spent the entire meeting staring at me, I was wondering, was he playing the character? Well, I heard he's a promising young actor, very competent, and maybe in front of me was Thirasak. P'Tan looks at them both, and says:
— You know that we will start the workshops, and you are probably already studying the text that was sent. There is a very important point before everything starts, you don't know each other, and you will live two characters that throughout the story will fall in love. We will have many scenes of complicity and romanticism between the couple. So, there needs to be a complicity between you, something you don't have yet.
The gentleman with an “intimidating look” decides to ask.
— And what do you suggest, P'Tan?
— I suggest that you spend as much time together as possible before and during the workshops. Build a friendship. Go out to different places, talk every day in person, or on the phone. Anyway, acquiring intimacy is essential, because the other actors already know each other, worked on several projects, and some even made romantic pairs. But you are the protagonists, and you are getting to know each other now, and you need to acquire a very good degree of intimacy to bring Wanchai and Thirasak to life!
As soon as we left the room, P'Nate looked at me, and said.
— I need your number! — his gaze is intense, hypnotic. I can't stop looking at him, it's weird. — Did you hear what I said?
I hand my phone over to him to dial his number.
— Oh! Yes, I'm sorry!
As soon as he did, he called the number he had entered.
— It's done! What is the next step? —
asks in a dry tone.— We need to spend a lot of time together. — I answer, his looks are indifferent when answering me.
— Let's schedule something for tomorrow, I'll call you! Now, I need to go... See you later!
I watched him walk away, and in my mind comes the question: will this work?
[...]
He actually called me the next day, and we went to a restaurant of his choice. Since that day, everything is the same. P”Nate acts like a door, sometimes I think I'm talking to myself, we always do the same programs, and the atmosphere of intimacy between us doesn't exist, I feel even more intimidated by him. The way he looks at me has me very intrigued, I don't know if he's mad at me or he's mad at the world. It's confuse.
Lying on my bed, I pick up my cell phone. I think about texting him, but I don't know if I should, it's discouraging, he barely responds. As I think, someone knocks on the bedroom door.
— You may come in. — The door opens, and a beautiful smiling girl walks in, sits on the edge of my bed. — What are you doing awake at this hour?
— I wanted to see if my little brother was okay. After all, I haven't seen you these days...
— I'm fine, just a little tired.
She looks at me with a serious, intriguing look, but it doesn't take long for that to change, and a mischievous smile forms at the corner of her mouth.
— And how's your relationship going?
— Dating? I'm not dating, you crazy!
— Our! I swore you and Nate were dating... — responds, and I hit a pillow in her face, while I hear her laugh.
— You clown! That's not funny…
— Calm down, little brother! You seem pretty shaken by what I said, what happened? I know, there's an atmosphere going on between you, a sexual tension. AND...
— Can you shut up, and stop all this bullshit?
She is not satisfied with the answer.
— AND?
— AND? We are men!
— AND?
— Which is? She's crazy, creating fanfic...
She is never content, and her tongue is always very sharp.
— I think the most appropriate term for your speech would be we are straight, or rather, you are straight. After all, you don't know how his sexuality is defined, do you?
— Lyn, stop it! It's enough that P'Nate treats me like I'm crazy!
— As well?
— We have to be together to acquire more intimacy, and he just doesn't make the effort. I feel like I'm talking to myself, he stares at me with his everyday intimidating gaze. I just don't know what to do!
— Is he that difficult? — he asks, and I shake my head. — I think you should be honest, and tell him that this is bothering you, and he needs to interact, after all there's a contract at stake... And the series needs to happen!
— I don't know, I'm getting tired.
— Aren't you going to give up on your dream, because the mini Christian Gray is bullying you, and he seems to want to fuck it up? You're not crazy, are you?
WillHis arms squeeze me even tighter, I wrap mine around his neck, while my tongue meets his. All these days without any contact have made me sad and moody. His hands begin a pleasant play on my back, moving up and down my back, caressing me and making me want to surrender to the moment even more. Our kiss is hungry. I want to devour his mouth, and he wants the same, and his body gently pushes mine somewhere, until I feel the wall behind me. My body is pressed together in a way that I know where we will be in a few minutes, especially if we keep kissing like this, we will both be hard.I stop the kiss, and push him away slightly, because Nate doesn't want to let go. I meet his confused gaze.— What is it, love? Don't you want to?— Of course I want to!— So, what is the problem?— Where will we do it? On the ground?— Of course not!— Another thing, whose house is this? Relax... This room has nothing, but the one next door has a great bed, an amazing bathroom with a tu
WillLyn's screams startle me, I look toward the house, and it is still dark. I hurry my steps and arrive in front of the door. My hand touches the doorknob, I turn it, and it opens. I enter the house. I turn on the flashlight on my cell phone, look around hoping to find a light switch, and to my surprise I find one near the door, I touch it and the light goes on. I call out to my sister, but get no answer from her, my heart squeezes, and a slight chill passes through my stomach. I look around me, at what seems to be a small entrance hall. There is a large staircase with golden handrails, and in front of me a wide, glazed door. I open it, and once again look for a switch. When I finally manage to find it, along with the glow of the lamp comes the surprise, the room appears to be a living room. Its white walls, a large chandelier in the center of the room, but there is not a single piece of furniture in the entire space. I begin to think that my sister might be fooling me, or wors
WillThe days have dragged on, and I still haven't spoken to Nate. Today, Valentine's Day, we could be somewhere enjoying our company, but my boyfriend will be pretending to be a couple with an actress, to promote a series that has no audience. I may be being selfish, I know that, but I would never submit to this for the sake of work, I feel extremely frustrated. My mind feels like it is going to explode from thinking about it all the time. I stare at Lyn, sitting in front of me in the restaurant, she watches me intently, runs her hand under her hair, puts her elbow on the table, does the thinker's position, and speaks.— What did you come here for?— Dinner!— It doesn't look like it, you stare at nothing, and you haven't even touched your plate!— I will eat, don't worry!— Why don't you send him a message? Schedule something after he leaves the live?— No, because there's no way he could see my message, by now the live broadcast has already started, and I don't want to talk to
WillIf there is one thing I understand in our profession, it is the advertising that is done to promote a series, but I don't like this new job of Nate's because of our manager's insistence on something that didn't work out. Sometimes it crosses my mind that somehow he doesn't accept our relationship, and that's why he insists so much that we can't be seen together. I know that all this could be just jealousy on my part, something I try not to develop, especially in relation to work, but lately it has become unavoidable, and I don't like to see my boyfriend with Lily.Hearing him say about faking a dating that doesn't exist makes me uncomfortable, and I don't know what to say, I just watch as he hangs up the phone and looks at me waiting for something.— Did you hear it? — he asks and I just shake my head. I get up, walk to the closet, grab some clothes, put them on, and go back to the bedroom. — Can we talk?— Talk? What for?— Will, do you understand that I can't do a
EpilogueWill— Didn't you do it because you didn't mean it? You don't even watch the Lakorn to support me, you don't comment on your social networks, you're not helping me engage!— Nate, what do you want me to do? The story is bad, it's toxic, nobody wants to watch it, and besides, Lily is not a good actress, and the couple you make in this series is horrible, with no chemistry!— Wow, how supportive my boyfriend is!— It's true, and I told you not to embark on this idea, but you didn't listen and thought it would be a success!— Is it the truth, or are you just dying of jealousy?— Me? Jealous of you? Stop being cocky, Nate!— You are jealous, yes!— I am not jealous, and I warned you about this project, but you insisted because you listened to our manager.— I know, but it would be a great opportunity to be in prime time on broadcast TV, and...— We got more audience when we acted in Fake D8, it was not in prime time, and...— What do you mean, Will?— I mean that w
EpilogueWillI didn't know how to cry, that is, I was raised thinking that I couldn't shed a tear, and that it was synonymous with weakness for a man. However, I created so many uncertainties about my life, and I hid myself inside a tight closet, pretending to be someone I wasn't, to quiet my parents' hearts, and with that I lived stuck without being able to do what I really wanted to do, to be the real Will. The one who wanted to act, dance, cry, and love a man.Almost three years ago I met a guy who helped me to change this story. I confess that it was not easy at all, and in the beginning I thought he was an arrogant, intimidating guy who had an image of a sexy straight boy who is always going out with thousands of girls, at least that's what I believed, however, the sexy straight boy fell in love with the real Will, the one who before couldn't cry. The two started to find out who they really were, what they felt for each other, and this feeling became intense for both of them.