I look like him.
I mean, we were body doubles, or rather he was for me. Still, when Jelly was done with dying my hair I didn't expect to see Rick staring back at me. Is this my punishment? To carry on using his face, his demeanor? I even wear his watch. Not always of course, a functioning watch is more useful, but I keep it close.
Micah wrote me again. Her letters keep getting shorter. I wonder how long it will take for her to stop writing. I can't honestly decide if I want her to.
My first film is called "Mars Cluster" an action film. The main character is limited and a bit one dimensional, and the plot is nothing special, but for a no name actor it'll be a big enough debut. I am the second lead, the best friend and slightly younger counterpart to the main character. Part comic relief, part nice-guy; Rick would've loved the roll. The action sequences are sure to be intense and the stunts are remarkably intricate for coming from a low-level studio. Thanks to his training I can probably do most of them myself, but maybe I should leave that to the pros.
I'm fairly certain Lory is using my debut as a foothold to get the studio in the spotlight. I wouldn't put it past him. He's surprisingly conniving, that man.
My screen time is just short of the main leads time. I have a small fling with the leading lady before she decides which of us she loves most. Which, really, is quite cliché, but I have no actual problems with the script, and it is a well-liked plot line, so I'll let it be.
The shooting should last about a year or so. That, plus editing and advertising leads the film to release in two years or so. I'll be seventeen by that time.
The President wants me to look over a few scripts today. A drama or two I think, plus a few guest appearances. Nothing I can't handle. I wonder what Rick would say if he saw me now. He'd probably laugh and play up the hype of it all. He never did care about fame.
Honestly the length of each chapter is subject to my mood and the topic. I try to condense these, because it's not so much about the length, but rather the emotion. It's an introspective, self-written look at Kuon. If your writing about yourself or your friends you don't have a need for windy explanations or descriptions, because you already know what you're talking about.
On another note, Hurricane Harvey, huh? I'm in Texas, though not on the coast. Flooding is real.