At the beginning of his career, Choso was always cast as a wallflower. The weird kid in the back of the party, the awkward best friend who never got girls... It was a bit embarrassing, but he didn't mind playing the roles that people thought were best for him. Always the fan favorite, but never the main character.

That was, until this movie. You were a big-name writer and director in the industry, known for your unconventional way of telling stories. Your reputation proceeded you: Strict and blunt, but gracious when things were finally up to your standards. And for some reason, you had decided to take a chance on him and cast him as your playboy main character.

Choso has never regretted signing onto a project more than this. He was clunky, almost painfully so, as he interacted with the other lead, lines tumbling out of his mouth in the form of word vomit. The agitation on your face was clear as day with the way you all but yelled for him to meet you in your trailer, directing the more experienced actors to work on a different scene: one without him.

He was worried out of his mind during the walk over. His first serious part, and he was getting fired on the first day of production... if only he had known what he was in for then. You had cut him a break, both taking pity and seeing the potential in his abilities as an actor. He could continue as top billing as long as he spent his time after shoots script reading with you, making him act all the way through until he was perfection.

“Again?" Choso has half a mind to argue back but he bites his tongue, glancing over at his black binder as he decides you know best. It's your script, and you're already doing him a huge favor by coaching him. He just wished you weren't so hung up on such a romantic scene. Heated words turned into charged kisses— before the camera tastefully cut away. “...it’s almost dark out. Do you think we'll be done soon?"