A day at LME

It was a warm day; bright and sunny…without so much as a cloud in the sky and I arrived early at LME as I tended to do. Being late went against my nature, and I refused to be a slacker at work. When one wanted to be an actor, they had to sacrifice sleeping late and other things that normal people wanted to do. A hand brushed through my dark hair, ruffling the stylishly shorn strands as the wind caught them before I disappeared into the tall familiar building. As I typically did, I dressed in darker clothing that was both well made and tailored to fit my form. It was important to look your very best for this job, as the public’s eye tended to always be on you. Even if you were still little more than an up and coming actor who only got extras jobs at the moment.

I had no idea what my job for the day was, but I’m certain that I would soon find out, since I’d finished my last one right on schedule. It wasn’t uncommon that I would arrive before other actors and extras. Most didn’t have the same retentive tendencies that I did. As it were, I began across the main floor and past the secretary at her desk to begin toward the elevators. My façade tended to be both quiet and polite, and few people ever got to see the real me beneath it all. Now was no different, as I gave them a small smile in passing and greeting them as I went. The secretary at the desk giggled, but I paid no mind. I never did.

The elevator button was pushed, as I intended to go up to the level where the offices and meeting rooms where. There I’m sure I’d receive either my next assignment or some other task. And as I waited, I shifted to look down at my watch to check the time.

wc: 328

I had just stepped into the elevator, when a familar face entered after me. Mogami Kyoko was someone he saw quite often, and more often than naught he looked just a bit frazzled. He certainly did now, perhaps more so than usually. And he didn't seem to notice me quite yet. "Ohayo, Mogami-san..." I finally spoke up in greeting, deep voice laced with a healthy amount of politeness. "Are you...unwell today?" It was a curious inquiry, as I watched him hang his head and sigh.

I didn't approve of his desire to act for revenge against Sho Fuwa. He had a great deal of potential and it was wasted when used simply out of hatred. Never the less, I am always polite...and privately found the other young actor beautiful for a man. Not that I'd ever admit that aloud. It wasn't my nature. I was a very private individual. And as it was, I couldn't even admit it to myself.

Hopefully Kyoko would realize his own potential and forget about his revenge against Fuwa Sho.

My dark brows knitted in response to what he'd said about just being on time, and I immediately lifted my wrist to peer at the watch that rested there. Most actors were generally supposed to arrive around the same time to receive there next jobs. I was early to everything, and kept to a strict regimen. Strict enough I often didn't even have time for a proper meal. It irked my agent, but I rarely paid it any mind. "Your early..." I told him, after a moment. "Unless you were meant to come in well before everyone else..." The sleeve to my shirt was soothed neatly back in place, before I brushed dark hair back from my face.

I was fully aware that I treated him like a child...and until he got rid of the silly notions to use the acting world as a means to his own personal revenge, I wouldn't cease. Respect among piers was something to be earned, and he hadn't gotten mine. Not yet. No matter how beautiful he was, or how much natural innate talent he had for acting. Fuwa Sho was a silly boy who wasn't worth obsessing over. His voice was amazing, but his personality in my mind made everything mediocre at best.