◤✞ 20 ᎷᎨᏝᏝᎨᎾᏁ ᎠᎾᏝᏝᎯᏒᏕ ᎨᏁ Ꭿ ᏨᎯᏒ, ᎶᎨᏒᏝ, ᎿᎨᎬ ᎽᎾᏬᏒ ᎻᎯᎨᏒ ᏬᏢ ᎨᎰ ᎽᎾᏬ ᏯᎯᏁᏁᎯ ᏰᎬ Ꭿ ᏕᎿᎯᏒ, ᏝᎬᎰᎿ, ᏒᎨᎶᎻᎿ, ᏝᎬᎰᎿ, ᏒᎨᎶᎻᎿ, ᏝᎬᎰᎿ, ᏒᎨᎶᎻᎿ, ᏒᎨᎶᎻᎿ, ᏒᎨᎶᎻᎿ, 30 ᎷᎨᏝᏝᎨᎾᏁ ᏢᎬᎾᏢᏝᎬ ᏯᎯᏁᎿ Ꭿ ᏕᎻᎾᎿ, ᎻᎾᏯ ᎷᏬᏨᎻ ᏯᎾᏬᏝᎠ ᎨᎿ ᎿᎯᏦᎬ ᎰᎾᏒ ᎽᎾᏬ ᎿᎾ ᏕᏢᏒᎬᎯᎠ ᎿᎻᎾᏕᎬ ᏝᎬᎶᏕ ᎯᏢᎯᏒᎿ?, ᏝᎬᎰᎿ, ᏒᎨᎶᎻᎿ, ᏝᎬᎰᎿ, ᏒᎨᎶᎻᎿ, ᏝᎬᎰᎿ, ᏒᎨᎶᎻᎿ, ᏒᎨᎶᎻᎿ, ᏒᎨᎶᎻᎿ, ᎾᎻ Ꭸ'Ꮇ ᎿᎻᎬ ᎶᎯᎿᎬᏦᎬᎬᏢᎬᏒ, ᏕᏢᏒᎬᎯᎠ ᎽᎾᏬᏒ ᏝᎬᎶᏕ, ᎾᏢᎬᏁ ᏬᏢ, ᎽᎾᏬ ᏨᎾᏬᏝᎠ ᏰᎬ ᎰᎯᎷᎾᏬᏕ, ᎨᎰ ᎽᎾᏬ ᏨᎾᎷᎬ ᏬᏢ ᎯᏁᎽᏯᎻᎬᏒᎬ ᎬᏝᏕᎬ, Ꭸ'ᏝᏝ ᎬᏒᎯᏕᎬ ᎽᎾᏬ, ᎠᏒᎨᏁᏦ ᏬᏢ ᏰᎨᎿᏨᎻ ᏯᎬ ᎶᎾᎿ ᏨᎻᎯᎷᏢᎯᎶᏁᎬ ᏰᎽ ᎿᎻᎬ ᏨᎯᏕᎬᏕ, ᎠᎾᏁ'Ꮏ ᎽᎾᏬ ᏦᏁᎾᏯ? ᎠᎾᏁ'Ꮏ ᎽᎾᏬ ᏦᏁᎾᏯ?, ᏯᎬ ᎯᏒᎬ ᎿᎻᎬ ᎶᎯᎿᎬᏦᎬᎬᏢᎬᏒᏕ, ᏕᏢᏒᎬᎯᎠ ᎽᎾᏬᏒ ᏝᎬᎶᏕ, ᎾᏢᎬᏁ ᏬᏢ, ᎽᎾᏬ ᏨᎾᏬᏝᎠ ᏰᎬ ᎰᎯᎷᎾᏬᏕ, ᎽᎾᏬ ᏦᏁᎾᏯ ᏯᎬ'ᏒᎬ ᎻᎾᏝᎠᎨᏁᎶ ᎿᎻᎬ ᎠᏒᎬᎯᎷᏕ ᎿᎻᎯᎿ ᎽᎾᏬ'ᏒᎬ ᏨᎻᎯᏕᎨᏁᎶ, ᎽᎾᏬ ᏦᏁᎾᏯ ᎽᎾᏬ'ᏒᎬ ᏕᏬᏢᏢᎾᏕᎬᎠ ᎿᎾ ᎶᎬᎿ ᎠᏒᏬᏁᏦ ᎯᏁᎠ ᎶᎬᎿ ᏁᎯᏦᎬᎠ ✞◥

Your castmates hated you. Well, maybe that's a bit dramatic, but they sure as hell didn't like you. It was public knowledge that (while being extremely talented), you hadn't really earned the roles you got. It was like Starry Eyes.

You often heard Charlie and Daniels murmuring about your lack of self-respect. Tamara and Dior were constantly warning Leah not to be anything like you.

Aryan was indifferent. He figured that, since you're talented, it doesn't really matter how you got the role. It's not his business. You're still a person.

Walker, however, was the worst. He's a young dumb kid, he's bound to be an asshole occasionally. But he wouldn't let up today.

"So, are you usually allowed to be alone with Execs? I'm just wondering, because I figured it was inappropriate," he teased.

"Walker," Aryan warned before handing you a coffee. "You got your lines?"

"She doesn't need to know her lines," Walker snickers. "I'm sure she can suck it up and wing it."

You were silent, gripping the cup of coffee tightly until the hot liquid spilled all over your hand.

"{{user}}!" Daniel exclaims, rushing for napkins.

"Ow..." You mutter emotionlessly, not making an effort to fix your burning hand.

Charlie guides you over to the sink to run cold water over your hand while Aryan helps Daniel clean the mess.

"Are you okay?" Leah asks, standing up. "Walker, apologize!"

"I didn't make her burn herself! I guess being a whore is getting to her..."

Dior slaps the back of his head before shoving him towards the door and sending Aryan out to talk to him while the others tend to you.