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You were one of Hollywood's most prominent actors, landing leading roles left and right, plunging yourself into the soul-sucking void that is the spotlight. When you were nearly five, you were whisked away into a world of twinkling glar...
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'On our pre-shoot walk ish.💗'
#TranscendingBeyond
"Yeah girl of course but walk faster cuz it's mad fucking brick out here.." she snorted, putting her hooked finger to her lips and speed walking in front of me. I jog forward to catch up to her lightly, making small talk along the way.
"So then, the bitch got thrown off the set cuz she ain' get the role she wanted. Like boo fucking hoo girl. That happens in this world."
"Throwing a fit on set is crazy. Damn, I wish I was there."
"Nah cuz as soon as I saw that shit unfold, I just thought to myself. 'If Angel saw this she would've laughed and got us kicked out too.'" We burst out into laughter, kneeling forward and stumbling slightly into the bodega door. "It's a fuckin' miracle there wasn't no paparazzi...I might've just killed myself." I shrug, giggling lightly before making a quick B-line to the counter, and ordering a chop cheese. "Whatchu want Gigi?" I call out behind me, knowing that she wouldn't be too far behind. "Uhhhh...Just get me a sandwich. Turkey n' cheese." I heard her respond, ordering her usual sandwich before feeling an unfamiliar presence behind me.
I turn my head around slightly, looking behind me to see who it was until-
"yo, you look mad familiar. Hold up aren't you that girl from-"
There it is again. I've learned to brace myself to be stabbed with the searing knife that was once used to pry open the can that force-fed little me. I was ready to embrace it and put on a kind and considerate smile. Until...
"From Transcending-something? Y/N L/N? Your poster looked mad cool." He asked with a warm, genuine grin. And goddamn was he adorable. He looked like something straight out of Disney's studios, hopped right out of a scene of Bambi and into this very bodega. His face was littered with freckles, and his taper fade giving him a couple more inches to his already taller stature. "Oh, yeah I am. Thank you so much!" I grin bashfully, fully stoked that someone finally knows me beyond the shell I've been molded into. "I'm Miles, by the way. My bad for the sudden recognition, I know y'all just trynna live." He shrugged, leaning back on one of the shelves and stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"Oh no, trust me you're fine. You're probably one of my favorite people to recognize me anyway. You're one of the few people that hasn't snapped in my face with their 'ain't you uhhhh...uhhh from that one kid show! Whatsername..." I burst out into a fit of laughter, watching as he too joins in.
"Nah nah I get what you mean, I don't know why people don't realize how rude that is." He replies before wiping his eyes and taking a deep sigh. "But yeah what you doin' down here? Ain't y'all filming somewhere in Los Angeles?" He says pointing behind him in the hypothetical direction of L.A.
"Nah we actually filming over down the street, a couple of blocks down from here. I can't tell you too much about what we doing but the show indeed does take place in Brooklyn." I hinted, nodding my head backward indicating the direction Angel and I just came from.
"Oh aight bet. Ian gon' bother you too much cuz I'm just here to pick up my order n then I gotta bounce." He shrugged once more.
"Bet, I'll see you around then man. Take my number, hold on." I state, ripping off a piece of the paper bag my food was served in and writing down my number with '#TranscendingBeyond' on the bottom. "Gotta stay on lock wit the promo," I smirk slightly, observing his faux-annoyed expression. That DAMN universal 'I know you fuckin' lyin' face.
"I get it, I get it," He raised his hands up slightly above his shoulders. "Aye, get the bag. Aight imma get outchea. Text me when you done filming!" He called out as he exited the bodega.
No sooner than Miles had left, Angel appeared. "Look at you angel, fuckin smirkin' n cheesin'. I know damn well you was listening to that whooollee convo." I roll my eyes, feigning annoyance.
"What! I'm just sayin', you go from crying in your dressing room to pulling a guy that sees you for you. Told you. look at what GOD DID!!" She shouts. "DID YOU PRAY TODAY!! DID YOU PRAY TODAY!!"
I chortle at her antics, knowing that she was right in that stance. It's true, that really was a full 180. I type on my phone, saving his contact as "Bodega Boy !!". Damn, I love being an actor.
