Arabella Cauwell
Harry Potter and Asian Drama Ambassador
Title:
Rebellious Contract: On the Set Day 1 / The Chosen
Rpers: Pasta and Arabella Cauwell
Genre: Kdrama, BL, etc..
Pairings: Actor Sam (Pasta) x Actor Pha (Ara), Director Ryu (Ara) x Actor (Pasta)
Place: An Entertainment company in Korea
Previous Thread: Realistic/Modern - Rebellious Contract: The Audition - Kdrama/Thaidrama - MxM
Summary: The Chosen actors for Rebellious Contract arrive at the set.
~
For a full week following what actor Phassakorn Anurak called, ‘the most humiliating and crazy audition he’d ever had in his life,’ which apparently included debut, Pha had refused to leave his house. His manager, who had been told to wait in the car wondered just how badly the audition could have gone. Then around the third day that he was expected to bring his client breakfast in bed he began to wonder if maybe the man had been forced to kiss another man. That would have certainly caused this dark haze around Pha’s head…which was somewhat literal considering he’d made sure his maid had outfitted his bed all in black.
Narong was a very loyal manager, who had been with Pha since the very beginning of the boys acting career. He knew Pha well enough to know that if the director had demanded a kiss and convinced Pha to actually do it, that could very well have been his first kiss ever. Pha didn’t talk about it much, but there was a definite reason that so many female stars wanted to work with him and called him a gentleman. That was because Pha always insisted on fake kisses and faking any level of skinship that they could fake. Narong had to give it to him, he really did make it look convincing, but nevertheless besides the most basic of things like arms over shoulders, hand holds (which actually he thought was a bit much), and hugs, Pha refused to do them.
Narong felt a bit guilty for pushing Pha so far, but he hadn’t lied. The company had not liked Pha’s refusal to even try, particularly since he’d gotten an invite, and would likely have cancelled his contract to make a point. They also probably would have signed him back on if they could since he was one of the most profitable actors in the company…but Pha didn’t have to hear that part.
Whatever the case it took a week and taunts of ice cream for Pha to come out of his funk, but soon he was back to his slightly arrogant, but happy self, which Narong much preferred over the sulky doesn’t get out of bed side of him. Unfortunately this happy spell did not last long, since two days later the company had called and delivered some very unexpected news to Narong, who listened with wide eyes and nodded as he got up to check the fax machine in his office.
Narong was baffled by pretty much every part of the news that the company had given him, but congratulations were certainly due. Grabbing the paper work and his brief case, Narong headed out of the office and got into the car, he dialed Pha and told him that he needed to see him right away. Pha happened to be at a spa at the time, so Narong drove to the address he was given and headed straight in with only a few short words to the staff.
It seemed to Narong that just about everything involving this Rebellious Contract show was going to turn out differently, including the way he was going to tell Pha, because by the time he found the other man, Pha was laying across a massage table, with nothing but a towel and inexplicably his sunglasses on.
“I hate to interrupt, but I have a contract I need you to sign.”
“Mmm?” Pha questioned sleepily as Narong tried again,
“A contract. Can you sign it or do you need some time?”
Pha shook his head and flexed his hands until Narong put a pen in one and the contract in the other. Without giving it much thought Pha signed and dated what he could see and handed it back to Narong telling him to use his personalized stamp for the rest of it.
Narong nodded, surprised, but proud about how well Pha was taking all this. Assuming he had read even just the title of the contract. Of course there was a chance that he hadn’t read about his actual role yet come to think of it. Narong decided it would be best to put the contract away before talking to Pha just in case the situation turned in some way. Once it was secured Narong breathed out,
“Well Pha I have some great news for you, but before I give it to you I just want to say a little something.”
Pha let out a slightly annoyed sound as he was trying to relax,
“Does it have to be now?”
Narong thought about it and answered,
“I suppose not, but I believe it’s best to tell things in the moment so you can see what people are genuinely feeling.”
“I’m genuinely annoyed if it helps.” Pha snapped, but was mostly teasing at the moment.
“Anyway, I just want to say that I know this is not your ideal role, nor your ideal genre, but I for one am glad that you’re becoming more open to opportunities in this field. With an addition like this on, if you pull it off, you’re bound to get tons of invites to all sorts of different parts. You won’t be boxed in and your career will last longer.”
“Narong I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Pha said rolling his eyes, although it could not be seen past the sunglasses.
“I’m talking about entering into this whole new world of acting that I know you’ve been very resistant to, but I think it shows tremendous growth that not only are you willing to try it, you’re also willing to be in a…I don’t want to say more feminine role, but not as masculine as your used to I guess.”
At this point there was no hope for his massage. Pha sat up, excusing the masseuse and staring at Narong.
“Seriously. What the hell are you talking about?”
Narong felt sweat begin to form around his neck and temple. He was beginning to get a bad feeling about Pha’s possible response to this. To help possibly soften the blow he decided that he should start with compliments. People generally heard better when they were complimented first,
“First of all the director absolutely loved you. He literally accepted all of your usual demands, paid way more than we would have even asked, and just kept on raving about how perfect you were and how he had to have you for his project.”
Pha tried to think about projects he’d gone out for recently, besides the project that shall not be named, as he was currently calling it…or not calling it for that matter. He didn’t particularly remember any in the last short while, so he was baffled, but still Narong went on.
“He said he couldn’t even imagine a better fit for the wife role then you.”
“Come again?”
“That part was a bit funny, because I thought you were going out for the husband role, but boy you fooled me. I had no idea that you’d be THAT open-minded to this new project, especially when you’re normally so against BL! What changed your mind?”
Pha blinked at his manager as his brain tried to catch up with what his manager was telling him. Two minutes later there was a huge screech of,
“What?!” that could be heard from that spot they were in, all the way to two blocks next door.
For the next week there was a lot of kicking, screaming, and why me’s, but eventually Narong figured out that Pha had really not believed he’d have the possibility of getting the job, particularly the wife role, after the audition that he’d given. Apparently, he had not been upset about that fact, but rather that he’d had to go in the first place, which Narong had kind of known, but thought that with a pride like Pha’s that the man would have been insulted by not being picked by someone.
But he supposed their were first times for everything.
It had taken all of Narong’s previous skills as a sportsman to keep the signed contract from Pha’s hands, as once he’d realized what he’d signed he’d spent that following week trying to get the contract back and rip it up. So Narong had to send it back to the company immediately at some point when Pha had passed out due to exhaustion.
It wasn’t that Narong didn’t feel somewhat bad for the guy, Pha really was innocent and as the one no longer leading how far the physical stuff went, there was a very likely chance that Pha was going to be experiencing some…new things on this set. But Narong also knew how much exposure this was and how big both his and his clients paycheck was going to be over this one. So he couldn’t just let him refuse. Not to mention how excited the company was about Pha’s sudden obedient behavior and their own cut.
Whatever happened now Pha was going to have to deal with it and Narong would help how he could.
On the day they were to start filming in Korea Narong had managed a lot of things. The Korean entertainment company that was funding this program had let him know that arrangements and daily budgets and all were on them thankfully. So Narong had mainly packed for Pha and sent his bags to the address that the company had sent along with some…helpful items to help Pha get used to his role. Those would be for later however, because the biggest packing was of Pha himself.
Pha had, quite stubbornly refused to prepare for this role, because ‘it must be a mistake.’ Not only would he not read the script, but he also refused to budge from Thailand. Or so he would have if Narong had let him. But Narong worked out for a very good reason, and so he had one of the company assistants send his own things along and only took his and Pha’s most important items in a satchel around his hip as he lifted up the Thai star and literally carried him most of the way on to the plane.
Pha had been somewhat mortified by it, which is why he had chosen not to fight it or argue about it when the airport staff had asked him if he was being detained against his will. Although he had wanted to say yes, even he knew that people would recognize him at that point and that was the last thing he wanted at the moment. With any luck he hoped this tv show would be a flop that never reached Thailand. So he waited until he was in a seat in first class to snap at Narong.
Narong ignored him, which further infuriated him, and it was Narong who managed to get Pha to walk out on his own into a rented car, to be taken to the studio.
~
Pha had never in his life felt so embarrassed to enter an entertainment studio as that day. This TV show didn’t even have a press release yet and he was already terrified of anyone recognizing him as the one who was supposed to play the wife role.
The only reason he’d gotten out of the car was that if Narong had carried him in this time, he’d never be able to live it down once they figured out what his acting role was to be on this set. They might even think that he didn’t have to act much to get it.
For now all Pha wanted to do was lay low, until he could meet with that idiot director and show him the terrible mistake he’d made. Clearly there must have been a name similar to Pha’s that he had really wanted to cast in this role, but he’d gotten it mixed up with Pha’s. Once the company was informed of that then the contract could be torn up and he could go home to beautiful Thailand where he could continue his normal, if slightly monotonous, role as straight romantic male lead. Everything would be so much better than.
But first he needed to find the bastard.
Keeping a low profile had never been one of Pha’s gifts in all honesty, even now he kept feeling like he was getting in the way as he tried to hide under his hat and sunglasses and ‘be one with the wall’ or rather blend into various parts of the studio that people were moving around. Soon he was tired of almost being run over by objects so he decided that perhaps it was best to wait the director out in the waiting room.
He asked a stage hand where he could find the waiting rooms and the man pointed to the director of the main rooms, but also mentioned he wasn’t sure which rooms were for which actors. Pha nodded that it was okay, before heading in that direction himself. On the way he thought he saw a man with a camera, which could have been press. Panicked, he didn’t bother looking up at what waiting room he was going into and merely jumped into one, hoping that the camera man hadn’t seen or been interested in him.
When he jumped into the room, he thought he might have accidently knocked into some one. He really needed whoever was in there to work with him or else he was going to have a lot of extra work keeping the possible press away. So as he turned Pha said to whomever it may be,
“I’m so sorry about that I didn’t mean to-” and here he stopped, because he was surprised to see a recognizable face.
Considering how many people he felt were against him lately it was good to see a friend and an ally finally on the scene,
“Thank goodness! You have no idea how happy I am to see you!” Pha said as he put his arms out to hug one of his very few Korean friends, “It’s been so long and come to think of it why on earth are you here?”
Pha had many questions and goals at this moment in his life, but for now, getting reacquainted with a friend seemed to be the most important…until Director Kim Ryung showed up and the mans mistaken had finally been caught and he could go home. At least if this sick mistake had given him anything it was a chance to see his old friend. Indeed he had heard there were often rainbows after rainstorms. He supposed that this one must count.
Rebellious Contract: On the Set Day 1 / The Chosen
Rpers: Pasta and Arabella Cauwell
Genre: Kdrama, BL, etc..
Pairings: Actor Sam (Pasta) x Actor Pha (Ara), Director Ryu (Ara) x Actor (Pasta)
Place: An Entertainment company in Korea
Previous Thread: Realistic/Modern - Rebellious Contract: The Audition - Kdrama/Thaidrama - MxM
Summary: The Chosen actors for Rebellious Contract arrive at the set.
~
For a full week following what actor Phassakorn Anurak called, ‘the most humiliating and crazy audition he’d ever had in his life,’ which apparently included debut, Pha had refused to leave his house. His manager, who had been told to wait in the car wondered just how badly the audition could have gone. Then around the third day that he was expected to bring his client breakfast in bed he began to wonder if maybe the man had been forced to kiss another man. That would have certainly caused this dark haze around Pha’s head…which was somewhat literal considering he’d made sure his maid had outfitted his bed all in black.
Narong was a very loyal manager, who had been with Pha since the very beginning of the boys acting career. He knew Pha well enough to know that if the director had demanded a kiss and convinced Pha to actually do it, that could very well have been his first kiss ever. Pha didn’t talk about it much, but there was a definite reason that so many female stars wanted to work with him and called him a gentleman. That was because Pha always insisted on fake kisses and faking any level of skinship that they could fake. Narong had to give it to him, he really did make it look convincing, but nevertheless besides the most basic of things like arms over shoulders, hand holds (which actually he thought was a bit much), and hugs, Pha refused to do them.
Narong felt a bit guilty for pushing Pha so far, but he hadn’t lied. The company had not liked Pha’s refusal to even try, particularly since he’d gotten an invite, and would likely have cancelled his contract to make a point. They also probably would have signed him back on if they could since he was one of the most profitable actors in the company…but Pha didn’t have to hear that part.
Whatever the case it took a week and taunts of ice cream for Pha to come out of his funk, but soon he was back to his slightly arrogant, but happy self, which Narong much preferred over the sulky doesn’t get out of bed side of him. Unfortunately this happy spell did not last long, since two days later the company had called and delivered some very unexpected news to Narong, who listened with wide eyes and nodded as he got up to check the fax machine in his office.
Narong was baffled by pretty much every part of the news that the company had given him, but congratulations were certainly due. Grabbing the paper work and his brief case, Narong headed out of the office and got into the car, he dialed Pha and told him that he needed to see him right away. Pha happened to be at a spa at the time, so Narong drove to the address he was given and headed straight in with only a few short words to the staff.
It seemed to Narong that just about everything involving this Rebellious Contract show was going to turn out differently, including the way he was going to tell Pha, because by the time he found the other man, Pha was laying across a massage table, with nothing but a towel and inexplicably his sunglasses on.
“I hate to interrupt, but I have a contract I need you to sign.”
“Mmm?” Pha questioned sleepily as Narong tried again,
“A contract. Can you sign it or do you need some time?”
Pha shook his head and flexed his hands until Narong put a pen in one and the contract in the other. Without giving it much thought Pha signed and dated what he could see and handed it back to Narong telling him to use his personalized stamp for the rest of it.
Narong nodded, surprised, but proud about how well Pha was taking all this. Assuming he had read even just the title of the contract. Of course there was a chance that he hadn’t read about his actual role yet come to think of it. Narong decided it would be best to put the contract away before talking to Pha just in case the situation turned in some way. Once it was secured Narong breathed out,
“Well Pha I have some great news for you, but before I give it to you I just want to say a little something.”
Pha let out a slightly annoyed sound as he was trying to relax,
“Does it have to be now?”
Narong thought about it and answered,
“I suppose not, but I believe it’s best to tell things in the moment so you can see what people are genuinely feeling.”
“I’m genuinely annoyed if it helps.” Pha snapped, but was mostly teasing at the moment.
“Anyway, I just want to say that I know this is not your ideal role, nor your ideal genre, but I for one am glad that you’re becoming more open to opportunities in this field. With an addition like this on, if you pull it off, you’re bound to get tons of invites to all sorts of different parts. You won’t be boxed in and your career will last longer.”
“Narong I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Pha said rolling his eyes, although it could not be seen past the sunglasses.
“I’m talking about entering into this whole new world of acting that I know you’ve been very resistant to, but I think it shows tremendous growth that not only are you willing to try it, you’re also willing to be in a…I don’t want to say more feminine role, but not as masculine as your used to I guess.”
At this point there was no hope for his massage. Pha sat up, excusing the masseuse and staring at Narong.
“Seriously. What the hell are you talking about?”
Narong felt sweat begin to form around his neck and temple. He was beginning to get a bad feeling about Pha’s possible response to this. To help possibly soften the blow he decided that he should start with compliments. People generally heard better when they were complimented first,
“First of all the director absolutely loved you. He literally accepted all of your usual demands, paid way more than we would have even asked, and just kept on raving about how perfect you were and how he had to have you for his project.”
Pha tried to think about projects he’d gone out for recently, besides the project that shall not be named, as he was currently calling it…or not calling it for that matter. He didn’t particularly remember any in the last short while, so he was baffled, but still Narong went on.
“He said he couldn’t even imagine a better fit for the wife role then you.”
“Come again?”
“That part was a bit funny, because I thought you were going out for the husband role, but boy you fooled me. I had no idea that you’d be THAT open-minded to this new project, especially when you’re normally so against BL! What changed your mind?”
Pha blinked at his manager as his brain tried to catch up with what his manager was telling him. Two minutes later there was a huge screech of,
“What?!” that could be heard from that spot they were in, all the way to two blocks next door.
For the next week there was a lot of kicking, screaming, and why me’s, but eventually Narong figured out that Pha had really not believed he’d have the possibility of getting the job, particularly the wife role, after the audition that he’d given. Apparently, he had not been upset about that fact, but rather that he’d had to go in the first place, which Narong had kind of known, but thought that with a pride like Pha’s that the man would have been insulted by not being picked by someone.
But he supposed their were first times for everything.
It had taken all of Narong’s previous skills as a sportsman to keep the signed contract from Pha’s hands, as once he’d realized what he’d signed he’d spent that following week trying to get the contract back and rip it up. So Narong had to send it back to the company immediately at some point when Pha had passed out due to exhaustion.
It wasn’t that Narong didn’t feel somewhat bad for the guy, Pha really was innocent and as the one no longer leading how far the physical stuff went, there was a very likely chance that Pha was going to be experiencing some…new things on this set. But Narong also knew how much exposure this was and how big both his and his clients paycheck was going to be over this one. So he couldn’t just let him refuse. Not to mention how excited the company was about Pha’s sudden obedient behavior and their own cut.
Whatever happened now Pha was going to have to deal with it and Narong would help how he could.
On the day they were to start filming in Korea Narong had managed a lot of things. The Korean entertainment company that was funding this program had let him know that arrangements and daily budgets and all were on them thankfully. So Narong had mainly packed for Pha and sent his bags to the address that the company had sent along with some…helpful items to help Pha get used to his role. Those would be for later however, because the biggest packing was of Pha himself.
Pha had, quite stubbornly refused to prepare for this role, because ‘it must be a mistake.’ Not only would he not read the script, but he also refused to budge from Thailand. Or so he would have if Narong had let him. But Narong worked out for a very good reason, and so he had one of the company assistants send his own things along and only took his and Pha’s most important items in a satchel around his hip as he lifted up the Thai star and literally carried him most of the way on to the plane.
Pha had been somewhat mortified by it, which is why he had chosen not to fight it or argue about it when the airport staff had asked him if he was being detained against his will. Although he had wanted to say yes, even he knew that people would recognize him at that point and that was the last thing he wanted at the moment. With any luck he hoped this tv show would be a flop that never reached Thailand. So he waited until he was in a seat in first class to snap at Narong.
Narong ignored him, which further infuriated him, and it was Narong who managed to get Pha to walk out on his own into a rented car, to be taken to the studio.
~
Pha had never in his life felt so embarrassed to enter an entertainment studio as that day. This TV show didn’t even have a press release yet and he was already terrified of anyone recognizing him as the one who was supposed to play the wife role.
The only reason he’d gotten out of the car was that if Narong had carried him in this time, he’d never be able to live it down once they figured out what his acting role was to be on this set. They might even think that he didn’t have to act much to get it.
For now all Pha wanted to do was lay low, until he could meet with that idiot director and show him the terrible mistake he’d made. Clearly there must have been a name similar to Pha’s that he had really wanted to cast in this role, but he’d gotten it mixed up with Pha’s. Once the company was informed of that then the contract could be torn up and he could go home to beautiful Thailand where he could continue his normal, if slightly monotonous, role as straight romantic male lead. Everything would be so much better than.
But first he needed to find the bastard.
Keeping a low profile had never been one of Pha’s gifts in all honesty, even now he kept feeling like he was getting in the way as he tried to hide under his hat and sunglasses and ‘be one with the wall’ or rather blend into various parts of the studio that people were moving around. Soon he was tired of almost being run over by objects so he decided that perhaps it was best to wait the director out in the waiting room.
He asked a stage hand where he could find the waiting rooms and the man pointed to the director of the main rooms, but also mentioned he wasn’t sure which rooms were for which actors. Pha nodded that it was okay, before heading in that direction himself. On the way he thought he saw a man with a camera, which could have been press. Panicked, he didn’t bother looking up at what waiting room he was going into and merely jumped into one, hoping that the camera man hadn’t seen or been interested in him.
When he jumped into the room, he thought he might have accidently knocked into some one. He really needed whoever was in there to work with him or else he was going to have a lot of extra work keeping the possible press away. So as he turned Pha said to whomever it may be,
“I’m so sorry about that I didn’t mean to-” and here he stopped, because he was surprised to see a recognizable face.
Considering how many people he felt were against him lately it was good to see a friend and an ally finally on the scene,
“Thank goodness! You have no idea how happy I am to see you!” Pha said as he put his arms out to hug one of his very few Korean friends, “It’s been so long and come to think of it why on earth are you here?”
Pha had many questions and goals at this moment in his life, but for now, getting reacquainted with a friend seemed to be the most important…until Director Kim Ryung showed up and the mans mistaken had finally been caught and he could go home. At least if this sick mistake had given him anything it was a chance to see his old friend. Indeed he had heard there were often rainbows after rainstorms. He supposed that this one must count.