Chapter 4: Gulf

                                    

                                          
Mew Suppasit's fans part away and leave him an aisle to walk into the audition room. I follow him inside with a distance, a few feets away. My phone buzz again and check it one last time to confirm nothing urgent has happened. 
                          
But this is emergency.
                          
"Babe, I just saw on IG that Mew Suppasit is having his audition, but I don't know how to reach the exact place. The building is quite near where I am, so after your meeting with P'Best, could you take me there? Please. I will be waiting at you EmQuartier at 11:30, ok?"
                          
Shit. It's ten thirty already now, how am I going to make it back to my office in one hour together with the travelling and audition? I push away the notification and turn off my phone. If she sees her messages unread in ten minutes, she will keep calling me non-stop. Until I pick up the phone. 
                          
I don't know that even my girlfriend is Mew Suppasit's fan. Duh.
                          
I walk inside and greet everyone inside the room, "Sawadeekrup. My name is Gulf Traipipattanapong." I speak, while turning my head and see Mew Suppasit staring at me with his eyes widen. Do I look like an alien? Why is he looking at me like I have grown three heads? 
                          
Well, P'Best told me no matter how scared or nervous I am, I have to act confident. Ok, so now my first scene is to act confident. I stretched my lips into a smile, looking straight at his eyes. And he looks at my eyes as well. His eyes look so beautiful, so shiny and dark, like the starry night, with millions and billions of stars shining.
                          
I...I think I'm drifting into his eyes...falling into the swirl. 
                          
Bam! The worker closes the door and brings me back to the present. Shia! What are thinking about Gulf Kanawut!  
                          
I swallowed my saliva and face the director. He gets the papers from the worker, "Mew Suppasit, Gulf Kanawut, you're casting for Tharn and Type respectively. So can you please act out the scene where the two of them break up for us?"
                          
Fuck. Oh no. This is almost the longest scene in the whole script. How am I ever going to reach EmQuartier in time now? How should I explain to my girlfriend that I'm not there? Nevermind, just think about it later. There's something more important to deal here. 
                          
I breath in deeply. Calm down. You can do it Gulf. Believe in yourself, dude. I open my eyes, nod and smile at the director, writer, author and some other people I don't know. Finally, I move in front of Mew Suppasit and reach out my right hand for a handshake. He smiles at me and reachout his right hand. 
                          
Wow, he has a silver ring in his thumb. Is this the latest fashion in Bangkok? Maybe I should get one too. My girlfriend always says I'm not up to trend. And fuck! His veins. So sexy. 
                          
Our hands touch. And then intertwined. Damn, his hands are so soft and warm. I would like to hold it like that forever. 
                          
Wait. Shia. What are you doing again, Gulf Kanawut. I feel my cheeks burning and pull out my hand from Mew Suppasit's grasp immediately, like his hands are on fire. What the fuck, my heart is beating so fast. So fast like it's going to jump out of my chest any second. It's like a horse going wild and crazily speeding across the field. It won't stop. I breathe hard, but my breath is trembling badly. I closed my eyes, but I can still feel my heart pumping so loud that the sound crashed my earbuds.
                          
Suddenly, someone hugs me tightly from behind and I startle. I look back and find Mew Suppasit behind me, circling his long arms around my body. What is he doing back there holding me? 
                          
Then he started crying, tears streaming down his face. Oh damn it, he still looks so handsome when crying. Like a crying princess, only he is a male. Why is he crying all of a sudden? I am about to turn over to comfort him when he starts talking, "Type. I didn't sleep with Tar. Please believe me."
                          
Oh. He's in the character already. Fuck it. He's so good at this. His crying are so natural like I really broke up with him. He's starting to influence me. I imagined the whole scene and took a deep breath again. I pulled out the most furious and hurt expression my face and reply, "Do you think I'm an idiot?"
                          
"But you know don't you? Tar was the one who texted you. So how could you believe him?" His tears are still falling like a leaking tap, dropping water all over my neck.
                          
I keep trying to get away from his embrace, but he locks me tight in his arms. "I know it's a set up- "
                          
"Then why-"
                          
"But I won't take it anymore." With that yell, I use all my strength to push him away and face him. My eyebrows knit together and I glare at the man in front of me, "This time, it's a set up. But which of your exes will come cry to you next time?" Mew Suppasit looks so hurt, I feel like I want to cry too.