The gentle shimmer of neon lights flickered on the wet sidewalks of Downtown L.A., painting a lively scene against the backdrop of the city's nightlife chaos.
In the midst of the flashy clubs and busy cafes, in one of the alleys behind there was a plain door that only the observant would notice. It had no signs or flashy logos, yet a hefty bouncer in a sleek black suit stood watch. His eyes scanned the crowd, his face set in a firm expression, as if challenging anyone to approach him.
Just past this unassuming entrance lay the city's high society's best-kept secret: The Obsidian Lounge Bar. This exclusive lounge bar was a haven where the names of Hollywood's biggest stars drifted through the air, blending seamlessly with the soothing melodies of jazz that created the perfect ambiance.
The Obsidian Lounge Bar provided a refuge for celebrities, enabling them to shed their public personas and unwind. It was an ideal escape from the relentless gaze of the paparazzi and the unquenchable curiosity of gossip magazines.
The bar's interior exuded an opulent charm, featuring rich gold and deep purple velvet alongside polished mahogany. The sumptuous seating invited guests to indulge in comfort and seclusion. Abstract artworks, likely worth more than the average home, decorated the walls, adding to the lavish atmosphere. Soft, strategic lighting created a warm ambiance, highlighting the exclusive seating areas that offered privacy.
It was a sanctuary for the affluent and renowned, a space where they could unwind free from scrutiny or prying eyes.
The atmosphere was heavy with the rich fragrance of premium wine and luxurious cologne, blending seamlessly with the subtle hints of Cuban cigars wafting from an exclusive VIP area. The guests represented a dazzling array of Hollywood's elite: actors, directors, musicians, and industry tycoons, all enjoying meticulously crafted cocktails while exchanging tales that rivaled the most thrilling films.
As Kyoko entered the opulent lounge bar, the gentle illumination wrapped around her, creating a cocoon of warmth and comfort. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for Ms. Lond, her manager, who had called her in for a discussion that loomed heavily over them both.
The atmosphere buzzed with the soft sounds of chatter, yet Kyoko's mind was fixated on one thing: her resolute choice to reject the new role that had been offered to her.
Seated in a cozy booth, Ms. Lond wore a look of concern that immediately caught Kyoko's attention. As she approached, her manager motioned for her to sit, the urgency in her expression unmistakable.
"I'm really glad you're here," she began, her voice a mix of kindness and determination. "I've been pondering about your decision, and I can't shake the feeling that you might be making a mistake."
A wave of tension washed over Kyoko; she understood that Ms. Lond had her best interests at heart, yet the gravity of her decision hung in the air like a silent challenge.
"Yes... I know this is not the kind of role you would usually go for... but I think you should consider changing your image. The people already know you as the evil character. Don't you think we should change it up a little bit this time?" Her manager suggested kindly.
Kyoko responded to her right away "You know that I only want to act fun roles that excite me. And this new character is not giving me that feeling."
Ms. Lond reclined in her chair, her arms folded in contemplation. "I see your point, Kyoko. However, consider this: taking on this role might allow you to unveil a new dimension of your talent. It's more than just the character; it's about how you can reshape it to reflect your unique style."
Kyoko let out a weary breath, "I understand, but I've dedicated so much time to cultivating my reputation with the roles I cherish. I'm hesitant to jeopardize that for something I'm not truly excited about. What if the audience doesn't connect with me in this role?"
"That's exactly why this could be your moment to shine," Ms. Lond responded, her tone both assertive and supportive. "You've built a solid foundation, and this role could elevate you to new heights. Moreover, think of the potential for personal growth. It's not solely about what feels comfortable; it's about daring to venture beyond your usual boundaries."
With careful precision, Ms. Lond outlined the advantages of the role, highlighting the potential for growth, influence, and new opportunities, while Kyoko grappled with her own beliefs and the motivations that had led her to decline it in the first place.
Kyoko turned to her manager and said, "She's just a typical 1950s newlywed housewife, focused solely on keeping her husband happy and the house spotless. But you know me, Ms. Lond—I can't stand playing submissive roles without a real reason behind them. I can't believe they thought I'd be a good fit for this, especially considering the strong characters I've portrayed before." She shook her head in disbelief.
Ms. Lond replied, "From what I gather, they really want you for this part, even though I can't wrap my head around why they'd choose you for a role like this when everyone knows you shine in more independent roles. It's definitely puzzling." Her curiosity was piqued.
Kyoko leaned back in her chair, her thoughts racing as she tried to absorb her manager's words. "It's not solely about the character, Ms. Lond. It's also about the message they're sending. Nowadays, when women are striving to have their voices heard, wouldn't it be counterintuitive to present someone who appears to be happy with her servitude?"
Kyoko shook her head gently and said, "Or perhaps they perceive qualities in me that I fail to recognize? Portraying a character obsessed with domestic perfection feels... outdated. I've dedicated years since I became a teenage actress to highlighting the strength and complexity of modern women, not those old clichés."
Ms. Lond considered Kyoko's situation. "Or maybe it's less about the character's submissiveness and more about your interpretation of her...?"
"I don't know..." Kyoko replied with a soft sigh.
"So, Kyoko, have you made your final call on the role?" Her manager asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and encouragement.
"Yes, Ms. Lond. I... I've chosen to pass on it."
The manager raised an eyebrow slightly. "Passed, for sure? No more discussions? This was a big chance, Kyoko, and I just want to ensure we're not shutting any doors too soon."
Kyoko gave a faint smile. "We've considered everything, Ms. Lond, and it just doesn't feel like the right match right now."
Her manager nodded, her expression softening. "It's totally fine to feel that way. Just keep in mind, every opportunity is a chance to learn. Are you really sure you want to walk away from this?"
Kyoko's face became a bit more serious. "Yes, I've really thought it through. I think this is the best decision for me at this time."
"Alright" Ms. Lond replied, exhaling slowly.
As the smooth jazz played in the background of the cozy lounge bar, the manager scanned the room, still mulling over Kyoko's choice.
Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to the entrance. There, illuminated by the warm lights, was Kuon Hizuri, the famous actor whose films captivated audiences everywhere. He strolled in with an effortless grace, accompanied by a pretty actress.
"Oh, wow," the manager whispered, a touch of admiration in her tone. "Look who just walked in."
Kuon Hizuri, the globally celebrated actor, was deep in conversation with the woman next to him.
A mix of intrigue and a familiar twinge of professional jealousy washed over Kyoko.
Kuon, the embodiment of charm and success, constantly reminded her of the heights her career could reach, but also highlighted how far she still had to climb.
Ms. Lond couldn't help but watch as they made their way to the Bar, the feminine soft laughter of the young woman next to him trailing behind them. For a brief moment, her worries about Kyoko faded as she took in the scene.
While sipping her drink, Ms. Lond found herself thinking about how moments like this could spark inspiration in Kyoko. She wondered if meeting someone like Kuon might bring back that fire in her. The thought lingered in her mind.
"By the way, do you think he's out with that actress?" the manager pondered aloud, a hint of curiosity lacing her tone. "Or perhaps he's here on official business?"
Kyoko shrugged nonchalantly, her disinterest palpable. "And why should that concern us?" she replied, her voice as casual as if she were discussing the weather.
"Well, if it's a personal matter, then fine, it's none of our concern. But if it's about the project...that changes everything."
"Project?" Kyoko raised an eyebrow, intrigued yet oblivious.
Ms. Lond's surprise was evident as she replied,
"Surely, you know I'm referring to Chained by the Allure of Midnight? He's been cast as the male lead—more precisely, the husband to your character."
Kyoko's eyes widened in shock, the implications of her manager's words hitting her like a cold wave. "What!? Are you serious?"
"Didn't you know?" Ms. Lond continued, her brow furrowing.
"I only just discovered this now," Kyoko replied, still processing the news.
"That's... unexpected," Ms. Lond mused, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I assumed you were in the loop."
Kyoko shook her head, still grappling with the revelation. "Clearly, I'm not as well-informed as I thought."
As she lifted the wine glass to her lips, the chilled wine slid down her throat, a fleeting comfort in the face of the swirling chaos in her head.
A/N: I hope you liked the continuation. I'll be posting the next chapter as soon as I write it. A little hint for chapter 4: There'll be some confrontation. Thanks for reading!