Film of Love

Cinquante Quatre

“Shall we continue with it but please introduce yourself first,” the director said. I am ashamed to admit that I am not that responsible for the time but my schedule is hectic to the point that I want to just write a letter of not being able to attend the said meeting but my manager said that this meeting is going to be important. I have no choice to go and appear in the conference room.

I arrived early if there is no accident earlier that cause a heavy traffic jam early in the morning.

Monday morning is chaotic and adds up the snow road that is prone to accidents that way it gets too much out of order—but then it made me appreciate the apricity from the season that is touching my skin as I rolled up the window even though the dust and air are not that great but I can feel the warmth of the winter sun.

I didn’t take a look at the time but I know that I’m late already so I didn’t bother but as I sit in the back while hearing all the noises from the other cars I grew impatient and annoyed and that’s the last thing I want to feel because if I feel that way I might not give a best and neat first impression later.

First impressions or impact matter for me as an artist. People often want to see me do, think, and learn things and the best impression can make it better. Those people will affect everything, even the smallest one. When they told other people that he or she has a bad personality they’re going down so badly. Some artists are careless about the first impression but I’m not them and I want the best for myself, my manager, my team, and everybody.

I want the first meetings to be remembered by them. It will be a great memory and for some it’s alright.

“After a long time, we reached our destination!” I said and flashed Melvin a grin. He sighed and went out of the car after parking it.

“Why are you tired, man?” I asked the poor guy. Melvin is an excellent driver and I guessed that he is a driver before for experience and became a manager. Being him as my manager is a great thing that happened to me because he really cares for the artist under him and he will always check up on them and what would they be doing. Melvin became my second parent after I decided to move out, live on my own, and strive hard to be where I am now. I never thought of being an actor because I know it would have a chaotic environment but I am thankful that I still have a peaceful personal space.

I left my home because of some things that I don't want to happen.

Being born into a wealthy family doesn't mean that you're all good because in there it was like playing with fire even you are a kid. What I hate about being born in the traditional arranged marriage between power and rich families is to strengthen, stabilize and continue the power in the world. Without it, we will be going down.

I don't how they keep it going even though I left and denied all of the calls and their requests for me to go on a blind date and also how I should be required to go to every party.

I think it's better to go and attend some random blind date and I can choose the person I want to get to know or just get someone who doesn't like you and pretend you went and you left because you have a business.

“When everyone thought driving is easy? Well, for me it’s not,” he complained. We are now on the elevator going up to the level where the meeting will be held. I shook my head and responded. “You seem fine. I remembered how you jumped and cling to me like a monkey when you bought your first artist-fan and your van.” I remember that time when all his blood, sweat, and tears he put into raising me as an actor, getting me promoted internationally, and getting huge sponsorship paid off. The hard work never fails to pay those people who deserve that.

Good news, that person was here beside me winning on how his hands have some thick callous. I face-palmed myself when I look at him being so done. I’m not sure if it’s my fault for not being able to persuade and insisting that we should get a personal driver.

I know I’m born with a silver spoon but I went away from them, meaning is that I take off on a different road. I didn’t have anyone to do acting neither I have some sort of training or experience in the industry but I just feel that being an actor suits me well.

At the same time for me being a novice actor years ago—Melvin is the only one who reached out his hand and help me stand up on my own and gave me the look into his eyes with enough trust and hope that I’ll make it into the top. I admired him as a manager for being so supportive even though he didn’t know much about my family background and once I accidentally confessed it he didn’t have a reaction just like the other people have whenever I told them about it and that’s the reason I made when I hide that part of me. He just stood there in front of me, nodded his head, and said “I know.” to me. From this day he never changes a bit of his personality but he grow more mature with a strong heart and responsibility to me.

The elevator stopped and we were welcomed by the one in charge of the meeting today.

She knocked and opened the door revealing the people I would be working with from now on. I am embarrassed because I felt like I did this intentionally and to make myself a center of attention when artists are the center of attention in nature.

I apologized and quickly introduced myself. I gave off a nice, manly, and respectful manner of introducing myself to the people. I am kinda glad that people’s gaze on me went from hard to soft gazes mostly on the ladies. I didn’t give attention to any of them because of how strong the gentleman glared at me.

After that, I went and sat on my designated spot, and then they continued the meeting.

“OMG! Aryn!” a young woman yelled and we all rushed up to look at them and saw that the lady named “Aryn” fall back to her chair.

“She is unconscious!” the woman beside her, much older than the two said calmly.

“What do you think we should do? Huh?” the director asked with a glare at all the men in there including me. I breathe in and out then immediately proceed to the lady and pick her up bridal style.

I can’t stand that nobody even went to help the poor lady who is unconsciously laying down on the cold floor. I went into her and gently put her head on my chest or shoulder and carried her bridal style. I am ashamed of them because how could no one pay attention to her and just watch her like she is some kind of movie or they reaction like they were inside the movie. That made my blood boil so much but I think it's better because I can't also stand that someone will touch her. The woman that my cold heart warms.

I walked down while the older and the young writer went with me. The older pressed the button for me as we go down to the infirmary.

It doesn’t take too long and went in and the nurse assigned hurriedly assisted us and put her in one of the vacant beds, gently as possible.

I stand up to stretch my muscles and then noticed that the woman in my arms earlier is…

The woman I am looking for for so long.

I looked at her intently because I could not register her face and my feelings right now.

I didn’t expect but I am hoping to be able to hold her in my arms but not like this.

I have pushed myself back aside as they let the nurse take care of her. I think. I want to stay here and observe and know what happened.

“Excuse me but do you have any numbers to call for her relatives?” the nurse suddenly asked. I am confused because of it and then asked her. “What is it for?”

She sighed and look at her and back at me. “I just want to know if there’s a history.”

“History of what?” I asked her again.

“Pardon me but I think I have no right to say anything about it not unless it was clarified but if you don’t have any of her relatives' number, I’ll ask somebody.” She excused herself but before she exits the room—I stopped her and said. “I do have them.”

She nodded and went back to her chair. She gestured for me to seat in the waiting area. The two other writers were not in the room because I told them that they should go first and explain what happened or informed them that I’ll be late a little, again.

I opened my phone and dial Dem’s number. Two to three rings she answered the call.

“Hello, Dem?” I greeted her. “Don’t ask me why but I need to get her relatives' number.”

“Whose number?” she asked.

“The one she is staying with if that’s fine,” I said.

“Oh… sure!” she was a bit hesitant but then she agreed. “I’ll just text you the number.”

“That’s fine. Thank you!” I said and the call ended.

I was shocked to hear that she was calm about it but then there was something about her voice. I was started as my phone vibrated and she gave me the phone number—but then I remembered what the nurse said so I dialed again her phone.

“What is it again?” she said nonchalantly.

“I’m sorry to bother you again but the nurse wants to speak with you.” I reasoned out.

“Hey!” she was started too. “what is all about?”

“I don’t know she said she wants to clarify something and she also doesn’t want to disclose it to me.”

“Maybe she did not find you trustworthy enough!” she suddenly teased me.

“Hey, don’t say bad words to me.” I reminded her. “Be ready and I will give it to her, right now.” I stood up and walked over to the nurse's table on my right.

“Thank you!” the nurse thanked me as she reached out for my phone and continued the conversation. I went back to where I am sitting to wait for them to come to an end.

I tried not to eavesdrop but I can’t help it because of how near they were to me. I heard her ask about something like that just like a cliché drama has watched. What is it again? Amnesia? Maybe that’s it but yeah, it went fine with a heavy heart in the corner. I felt uneasy because of her reactions.

The call ended, she thanked me as I come and get my phone.

“She told me that you probably know about it?” she asked. I hesitantly nodded my head because I’m being dragged on it.

“Why didn’t you say earlier then?”

“You didn’t ask for it,” I replied.

She just sighed and then proceeded to tell me about her condition and said that there was something or someone that triggered her results for her to faint in the middle of something.

I can’t....be the cause of it...

Am I the cause of it?