Lights, Camera & Action

Ppaed

Photo shoots, cameras, interviews, and raging super fans consumed Lingling's days after filming had finished. By the third day of the absolute nightmarish behavior, Lingling was ready to hop in her car and drive home so she could have some much needed down time with herself and Orm. The ride home rose Lingling's anxiety to an all time high, because she was so ready to go home and lay down and do nothing.

After almost an hour of traffic, Lingling arrived at her penthouse, covering her face with over sized sunglasses and the tribal pattern scarf that was looped around her neck.

The paparazzi just didn't know when to let up, and with the week Lingling was having, she was one hundred percent over the Hollywood scene.

Lingling avoided the flashing lights and ridiculous questions as best as she could, using her key to open the gates to the building.

Thankfully, she got in quick, but the crowd of paparazzi were pushing themselves against the iron wrought fence, tossing interrogatives about her career, her sexuality, and even her relationship with Orm.

Tuning them out, Lingling sauntered up to the front doors of the complex, sticking her key card through the slot, and stepping into the revolving doors and they spun.

As soon as she entered the room, she heard a girl scream, and if she were anyone else, it would alarm her. A teenage girl with light blonde hair and sun kissed skin approached Lingling, her hands shaking.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I just can't believe Lingling Sirilakwong is standing right in front of me!" The girl commented, tears of happiness spilling down her make up clad cheeks.

Lingling shrugged, plastering a smile on her face, "I'm just a person, don't cry sweet heart," Lingling stated, pulling the fan into a tight hug.

The girl continued to sob, and when she finished, she backed away from Lingling, and asked the long awaited question, "Is it okay if I get a picture with you?"

"Of course," Lingling grinned, pushing her sunglasses to the top of her head as she leaned in next to the girl, looking at her own reflection of the iPhone screen. Once the photo was taken, Lingling inquired, "Do you have anything you'd like me to sign?"

The young girl nodded, reaching inside of her over-the-shoulder satchel and pulled out a wallet, which had a young Lingling Kwong's face plastered on the front.

"God, this merchandise was so ugly," Lingling replied, shaking her head as she recalled her days on the Disney Channel, "What's you name? I'm being rude, and I didn't ask."

"Love," The girl, Love, answered, "While we're here, can I thank you? I'm a Sapphic, and yours and Orm's relationship helped me get over my internalized homophobia. I recently came out to my parents, and you two really helped me break out of my shell, thank you," Love claimed, nodding with complete sincerity.

Lingling eyes welled up with tears, and she swallowed the lump in her throat to respond, "I'm glad that I could help you."

"You're making a huge difference, even if it doesn't seem like it," Love said, taking her wallet back, "I'll leave you go now, and my partner is probably wondering what's taking me so long, thank you, again," Love waved, and then she was off, jogging up the stairs.

Lingling was exhausted, so she avoided the stairs like they were the plague, and she opted for the elevator instead.

Lingling jammed her floor number, and through the soothing sounds of the elevator music, Lingling couldn't help but be haunted by Love's words. Of course, Lingling had heard the typical 'you saved my life' and the 'i love you' lines time and time again, but never had she literally changed someone's life.