"When a great talent is on screen, you don't see the actress. Only the character she's become. You see a girl with scientific disorders, a civil rights icon, a rape victim, an untalented heiress, or a young woman with big dreams. These five actresses have rewarded moviegoers with fully dimensional characters, some drawn from real life, all of them larger-than-life. The artist who's brought those characters to real-life is our nominees for performance by an actress in the leading role."
A faint yet confident smile appeared on Lorraine's lips as the nominees got announced on the screen. Her eyes gleamed as her name came into the view.
She held her breath as the atmosphere became suspicious, her stomach twisting uncontrollably."And the Oscar goes to... Lorraine Acker for 'Genetical'."
Applause followed through the hall and the music started playing. Lorraine's heart swelled. Rapture engulfed ber, and she felt like yelping with excitement, though she controlled herself.
Johnny, who was sitting beside her hugged her, whispering a 'congratulations' in her ear.
She stood up, smiling widely. She walked towards the huge stage while handling her gown, her movements calculated and elegant. A background voice said, "This is the fifth nomination and first Oscar of Lorraine Acker."
The Golden patterns of the huge Hall gleaming along with the background music of victory. Every person sitting in the hall was defined by pure glamour, including her. It was as if the air turned into a golden mist, just for her face to reflect it.
The digital yet antique screen on which her name was gleaming. The crystals dangling down the ceiling and somewhere she knew, her soul was spiralled in them. She knew the hall was a hundred years older than her, but tonight, it was a place to receive a price for her blood, sweat, and tears.
She hugged the host and he kissed her on the cheek. He handed her the handsome award. Happiness wasn't enough to define this moment right now.
So many thoughts came into her mind. Lorraine went towards the Mic and raised her Oscar and the audience shouted. A strained and watery chuckle left her lips, feeling high on the rapture. For a moment she couldn't even find her voice.
Drawing a few breaths in, she finally spoke.
"Thank you, everyone, I'm very deeply affected by the kindness of your recognition and your good wishes to myself which is why it's so meaningful to me...to be here...in front of you...to say thank you."
She took another sharp intake of breath, really thought she could get through this without being overwhelmed.
"And I realized that moments like this are a huge confluence of luck and opportunity and so I want to thank Tim, for the opportunity to be a part of a project that was so special and once-in-a-lifetime. I'm so grateful to have been involved in this film, and most importantly I thank Johnny who was with me through my every up and down of my career and my parents-"
She paused for a moment, the smile on her lips threatening to go away. Should've she mentioned them? In maybe the happiest moment of her life? It just came out...seeing the other fellow stars say it, it just came out. Nonetheless, she continued and shrugged of this thought for now.
"I still have a lot of growing and learning and work to do and this is a very beautiful symbol to continue on the journey and I am so grateful for that so Thank you, everyone, everyone who's been a part of my life, positive or negative. People whom I forgot to mention, I'm gonna meet you in person and hug the hell outta you."
She smiled and hugged the host again before going back to her seat. The applause and cheers once again making their appearance. She sat back, the cameras still focused on her for a few moments before going to someone else.
Johnny leaned in her ear and whispered.
"You're gonna stay for the after-party?"
She shrugged her shoulders
"Maybe, er...let's see what the others have planned. You?"
"Nah! I'm exhausted already. Plus, my daughter made me promise I'd be home early tonight."
She chuckled lightly.
*
"O-Oh my god Lorraine you're so fucking hot." She slurred out, drunkenly glueing herself to Lorraine - almost falling onto her - once again connecting their lips into a messy kiss that tasted like alcohol.
Lorraine allowed, cringing internally but she didn't wanna make a scene out of it. The woman tried to grab Lorraine's head to deepen the kiss but Lorraine separated herself from her.
"Not my hair, sweety." Lorraine said, "You're a train wreck already. I think you should go."
The drunk woman fake cried, her face twisting. "Will you not talk to me ever again? Are you mad I kissed you?"
Lorraine tried to suppress her laugh, smiling faintly but she cooed. "I'm not angry." She said, smiling as if reassuring a baby. "I'm not angry sweety, just go you're too messy for me."
She laughed at her own sentence but pulled the woman into a small hug. "Go before you puke."
It wasn't the woman's fault she was a slutty drunk. Lorraine didn't mind, in fact, she found the whole situation hilarious (considering her own drunk state).
She giggled sweetly as she saw the woman making her way into the hall. Trust me, not every celebrity was this chaotic. In fact, none of them was. They drank a lot in there, but the party didn't turn into a freak show. It stayed as sophisticated as ever.
Lorraine was standing on the balcony, away from her friends. Apparently, she had decided to stay for the after-party but now she had to go because her best friend Matt had decided to have their own little party.
Matt was a singer and had not attended the after-party saying he wanted to do some 'party preparations' at home.
Speaking of the devil, Lorraine's phone rang, showing Matt as the caller ID. She giggled drunkenly, picking up the phone.
"You won't believe what happened-"
"No, I don't believe you sent your driver home!" Matt shouted through the phone and Lorraine shushed him.
"Listen, dick. Bernice just kissed me." She informed.
"Oh, wow- but when the hell are you coming?"
"Yeah yeah yeah." She said, closing her eyes by how heavy they were. "M' Coming."
"You better don't get yourself caught in drunk driving."
"I won't" she murmured, cutting the phone call and finally paying attention to the jammed eyes of someone on her. She rolled her eyes and looked towards the person who was staring at her with a grimacing curl on his lips, his hand resting on the railing of the balcony, pissed because of all the freak show Lorraine had created to disturb his peace.
"Stare lingers any longer I'll charge," Lorraine warned, her voice sultry, laced with lust. He licked his lips. "And I know you'll pay by the way you were looking at me right now."
"And how was I looking at you?" He boldly questioned back, taking a step towards her. She'd be lying if half of her mind wasn't on him while kissing Bernice. She was surely taking a high risk by trying to seduce a Phoenix brother but remember the traits of alcohol? Yeah, there's that.
The Phoenix brothers. That's their last name. And also the name of their band, run by four lust-in-human forms of brothers. That's all she knew.
"Like you wanted to be in her place." She answered, voice dipping low because of their proximity. From here she could see his features even clearly. He had plump lips and his eye lenses were silver, suiting his elegant suit with silver patterns.
His juicy lips tugged into a smirk and it was suddenly silent there the atmosphere thickening. The city lights gleamed and melted on his face, making him glow.
"You were putting on a show for a stranger." He husked out, reducing the distance between them to almost nothing.
She shrugged nonchalantly. "And the said stranger had the decency to watch."
The man faltered a little by her confidence. It was true, she was Lorraine Acker and it was useless to try and intimidate her.
"What's your name?" Lorraine asked, already over the little endeavour. The man raised his eyebrow at her. She didn't know his name and had so confidently declared that he was lusting over her. Well, it was true though.
"Sebastian."
She nodded. There was a moment of silence where she gazed at the city lights of LA. Her lips tugged upwards, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"Sebastian, come with me."
Lorraine stood by the glass window, a cup of coffee in her hand, a cigarette tucked between her lips. She didn't go back to Los Angeles, she came to her apartment in New York since Sebastian was here. She said she didn't wanna go back to Los Angeles so she came where he was. Sebastian was yet to know what happened back in her home town. She had been weirdly silent since she came, which was scary but Sebastian decided he was just gonna stay by her side until she decided to speak up.The cup of coffee was empty now and Sebastian lost track of time. She had just been standing there since so long. His chest was clenching badly at the sight of her and questions were storming in his mind. Sebastian went towards her, staring at her face. The city lights gleamed in her eyes as she stared at the view, her face painted with hues of blue and gold. But her expressions remained a void of emotions, which bothered Sebastian.Sebastian gently touched her hand, catching her attention as she flinched
Stepping into her hometown was nauseating, to say the least. She hated everything about it.Her hometown was very different from Los Angeles, it was smaller, greener. One could even be fooled into thinking it was liberating, wide spaces, flower gardens, the kind where one wants to elope with their lover. Perhaps it was, it could have been, at least. But the air reminded her of how it stung against her cuts. It was famous for its food, Lorraine thought perhaps that was the reason she was never big on eating.Coming here after ten years...Lorraine almost thought that it was a mistake, and all she wanted to do was turn around and get on her jet once again, flying back home. But in a twisted way, it was also kind of uplifting how she had rose from the ashes and had come back ten times stronger than before, only to mock and spit on the godforsaken land.Lorraine refused to meet her mother at her house, so they arranged the meeting in her office."Raine," The woman averted her head to the s
Xander had never seen a man so beautiful before in his life. Given, that no one could possibly be more gorgeous in a room where Xander existed, alluring and ethereal, God's finest piece of craft.But these Acker siblings had these eyes...these pair of champagne eyes that looked like would drip honey any moment as if those pair of hazy orbs were to give the elixir of eternity in the form of tears. But they could also very much drown you, one dip in the lake and the marines would be clutching your ankle and pulling you downwards in the depths of blue.So when Tom Acker cornered him against a wall and openly flirt with him- was Xander supposed to breathe? He supposed not. At least, he could not."I know you get this a lot but- you're the most charming person I've ever met."Xander raised his chin up and met the boy's eyes with his hooded ones."I get that a million times per hour.""Of course you do."Xander hummed. Tom wouldn't have been too old. On the contrary, he might have been too
Once upon a time, Lorraine Acker was a victim.With glinting eyes so big and always wide open to take in her world. Curious. Curious about everything, eyebrows always raised.About a decade ago or so.Once upon a time, Lorraine was helpless and naïve. Oh so naïve. She latched onto any but of comfort she could get. Trusted so easily. Easily enough to get hurt."You're with new bruises."Lorraine lifted her head from her knees, looking at the man in front of her. She rolled her eyes, pressing her cheek to her knee instead and drawing her legs closer towards her chest as a stray tear rolled down the bridge of her nose."That's not news now, is it?" She retorted, voice scraped like shards of glass which somehow made the man in front of get wince.She shouldn't be sitting here, it was fucking pathetic to sit in the middle of the corridor of her house. The maids don't judge but it made her feel weak. She was weak, though. That wasn't news either.The man in front of her was way older. Clad
Watching Tom smoke is not what Lorraine appreciated to see, at all. She hated it, even. But joined him nonetheless."You're a fucking sportsman and you're smoking Winchester, have shame." She commented. "I'm a sportsman with trauma, fucking cut some slack." Tom retorted, eyes sweeping over the water as they both stand at the edge of the yacht. "Besides, you're an actress."Lorraine rolled her eyes. "Hollywood is built on substances. The streets are full of them."Tom hummed, looking down, where the water sprayed in foam due to the motor of the yacht."I feel like–" he said. "I feel like sometimes we sound like him. When he talked about business y'know?""No." Lorraine replied instantly. "No, we're nothing like him. Nothing. He's a sick man. God knows I wish death upon him everyday."Tom places the cigar between his lips again, sucks in and breaths out puffs of smoke."Mommy dearest is selling the business for good."Lorraine furrowed her eyebrows."I thought the will was on you." She
"Lorraine, gorgeous, I love you. I really love you." Sebastian said. "But it's so fucking weird to hold an Oscar in your hand and go to your birthday party like you're holding a cheap beer bottle."Lorraine rolled her eyes, pulling a little on her boyfriend's hand as they entered Lorraine's yacht.Yes, it was her birthday.And she had never known how to feel about birthdays.Materialism was one thing but birthdays usually scared her. It felt like...why did they even come every year? She felt like shit at those days. She was usually filled with guilt upto her neck on her birthdays.It wasn't that her birthday wasn't celebrated nicely. It was just that...her mother's birthday wasn't. A part of her was vivid at her mother, always will be. For not fighting for her when she was dying. Not fighting for her when she had jumped in the fire to save her life.But a part of her also pitied her.Endlessly.Because...She had always been a kind woman. Too kind. So much so that it became her weakne