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Third Person POV

Soon Friday came and Art actually was not fully ready to go to the top floor of the building where the production company held its offices. He only had a few clothes rolled up in a carry all into which he had squeezed in some toiletries. His heart was not fully into the acting project that his manager Ngern had somehow convinced him to sign on.

When he reached the top floor of the building where he had been instructed by Mr. Boonsri and Mr. Siripool to report, he was met by the receptionist at the lobby.

He was given a key card and an ID before he was instructed to go through the large and heavy double doors. The key card had a corresponding number which was the number of the room to which he was assigned.

"About time," Mr. Siripool, the director grumbled looking at his watch, when Art walked in.

Mew and Gulf were already there.

Mew had been nuzzling his face into Gulf's neck when Art walked in. He straightened up upon seeing Art walking in.

Art suppressed the pain that immediately stabbed at his chest. He was so ready to turn around and walk back out the double doors.

"Is that all the stuff you're bringing with you for our one month training and workshop?" Mr. Siripool asked, eyeing the one and only carryall that Art was holding in one hand while the strap of his satchel was carelessly slung across one shoulder.

Art noticed the two large suitcases that stood side by side near the couch where Mew and Gulf were seated and realized why Mr. Siripool was complaining about the small amount of personal stuff that he was carrying. He had not been told that the training was going to take a whole month. He had expected it to be just for a week or two at the most.

"Have you read through the contract thoroughly, Art?" Mr. Siripool started to sound annoyed, "because it states there that once you come into this room, you will not be allowed to leave until the training is over. Unless you want to walk around naked when you run out of the few clothes that you have brought along with you, you might want to ask someone to send you more clothes and personal stuff."

"I'm sorry," Art said to Mr. Siripool, "when the time comes that I run out of clothes, I will call my manager Ngern and ask him to bring over whatever I need."

"Very well, then," Mr. Siripool said, "for now we will all go to the small conference room that's adjacent to the dining area and kitchen. I will be discussing with you how I will go about priming you for your roles."

Aside from Mew and Gulf and Art, there were three others who were part of the cast. Two were young and pretty ladies and the other one was a guy who seemed to be the oldest among the rest of them.

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Once inside the conference room, Mr. Siripool handed each of them a thin sheaf of papers which contained several scenarios.

They were all going to take turns acting out the scenarios. It was going to be one scenario per day so the sheaf of papers contained a total of thirty scenarios.

They would be given breaks during the day to take their meals and to do other personal stuff as they wished but everything had to be done within the confines of the top floor.

Each actor and actress had their own small private room to sleep in when the day was over but they had to share two bathrooms. One bathroom was for the ladies and the other was for the gents.

Art was sure that although Mew had a room separate from Gulf's they would find a way to spend the night together. There was no staff assigned to search each and every room during the night to check that they were all sleeping in their assigned rooms.

There was a staff member however who was assigned to bring in food stuff to keep the large refrigerator always well supplied. But that was all that she had to do. The actors and actresses had to cook their own meals in the fully furnished kitchen.

"I will not be asking you to act out the first scenario today," Mr. Siripool announced, "I will give you a chance to settle down and relax for the rest of the day. We will start the training and workshop tomorrow. In the meantime, I suggest that you interact with one another, get to know each other well so that by tomorrow you won't feel awkward acting out a scenario with anyone."

At the end of his announcement, Mr. Siripool got up from his seat at the head of the conference table.

"I will see you all again tomorrow here in this conference room at nine in the morning," Mr. Siripool said before stepping out of the conference room and heading out of the double doors.

Art looked at the time on his phone screen. It was past eleven in the morning. No wonder he was starting to feel hungry. He had not eaten much for breakfast because of the anxiety and other mixed emotions that were taking turns in his system.

Thankfully, the others didn't seem interested in going to the kitchen to cook anything for themselves.

Art opened the refrigerator and looked through the vegetable crisper drawer.

He took out a small bundle of spinach leaves and then went through each kitchen drawer to look for a cutting board and a knife.

He cut off the stems of the spinach and dropped the leaves into a colander. He proceeded to rinse the spinach leaves under the running tap water by the kitchen sink.

Then he took out some garlic and onions from a basket in one corner of the kitchen counter.

He crushed the cloves of garlic and peeled off the skin before starting to cut the red onion on the chopping board.

Art totally forgot how much red onions could make his tears flow as though he had been watching a tragic drama.

He had barely gone through half of the onions when he could barely see what was in front of him because of his tears.

At that exact moment, his phone rang. It was a generic ring and the number was not any of his contacts.

He decided to swipe the screen anyway just in case it was an important call.

"Hello," Art said into his phone, sniffling loudly because he did not have a tissue available at that moment.

"Art! Why are you crying? Who made you cry?"

"Who's this?" Art asked. The voice at the other end was not that of anyone he knew.

"Art, this is AJ. Are you okay?"