NateAfter all of Wanchai's act of finding Thirasak injured in the dressing room, we sit side by side on the couch, he holds a handkerchief, and pretends to be cleaning my wounds.— Who did this to you?I make a pained expression, lift my head and stare at him.— The same group. Just because their girlfriends like my Instagram posts. What a stupid reason!— Have you ever been hit before? — I shake my head in the affirmative, and he continues. —

NateThe big moment to go up to the stage arrives, I look at him who watches me with a questioning expression.— Where are you going?— I go to the stage. Please don't go away! I'm going to sing, and I want you to see me!On the way to the stage, I feel butterflies in my stomach, my hands sweat a lot. I climb a few steps, smile at the musicians, pick up a guitar intended for me that one of them hands me, thank them and approach the microphone, and I see Will's curious eyes on me.— Good evening everyone! I'm Nate Naetang, and today I want to introduce you to a song I wrote inspired by some

Will  Two weeks after that party, our series finally premiered. The cast meeting was a lot of fun, following the first episode together brought a different feeling, it made me remember the first day I met all the actors, the director and part of the production, and especially Nate. I remember how intimidated I was by his disapproving look, and how difficult it was to deal with him, and today seeing him next to me in the room where we recorded the reaction, looking at me and smiling sideways while we watched, is extremely rewarding in many ways.As soon as we leave the room, he asks me to wait in the foyer of the building while he goes to the bathroom. I do as he says, and wait for him, sitting on one of the sofas. His cell phone rings, and the name "Mom" appears on the display.

WillWe are standing, leaning on a wooden desk, Thirasak  makes mention of wanting to ask me something, and touches me, while my character talks to his brother .— My friend was really joking. See you tomorrow, bye!— What did he want? — he asks as soon as I hang up the phone.— I wanted to know about the post you made, I guess he still didn't believe what I said.— When will you tell him the truth, Wanchai?— I will tell him when he is in a good mood.— I think you have to tell him soon, we are together, we are not children anymore, and...

Will  Nate's friends are a lot of fun. From the moment we arrived at the bar, they treated me very well. At first I thought they didn't like my presence, but that idea was dispelled. One of them who is sitting closest to Nate, P'Arthit, has a big smile, darker skin than ours, and much taller than both of us. He tells a few jokes, has a fun conversation. However, he changes the subject after checking something on his cell phone.— Nate, do you remember that friend of my girlfriend's, Sam?— No.— What's up, Nate? You stayed with her after you broke up with Mali! What do you mean? Who is this girl? What happened between them?— Oh, I remember! That was a long time ago...