KimCop | Fantasy | Drama | FanFiction |
Everything is going well in the life of Panuwat Kerthongtavee, known to his friends as 'Copter'. He has good grades at school. Perfect is the only word he can use to describe his family, despite not having hi...
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Copter kept looking at the ceiling of his dim room illuminated only by the sliver moonlight beaming from his open window. The shadows of the curtains of his window dance overhead --- forming into shapes and things that are playing with his imagination.
Sleep is still alluding him.
Goddammit. He hissed as he pressed his palms on his eyes.
I blew it.
I sucked.
The audition was a disaster.
He was so disoriented in the audition, he could barely finish a simple sentence from the script. It was all jumbled up for him. He couldn't portray the role --- he barely knows the character.
Kit is a stranger for him. How can one possibly act the life of someone he doesn't even know?
He barely know the lines in those stupid pieces of paper.
It's so unfair. Copter is almost crying. It wasn't even my script!
He can still remember the disappointed face of his P'Peach. He actually isn't angry for himself.
He's angry with himself.
He let down his Pee.
The person who worked so hard for him. Then there he was, fucking up the entire act.
I'm not getting that role. He rolls over and buried his face on the pillow. He can still remember what the panel said to him. That they will just contact him in the future after all the others are done.
Contact me my ass. He hissed.
Why would he get the role? Someone else there will do a better job than him. That's a fact.
That's a fact...
I'm so sorry Pee...
Damn you Kit...
Damn...
Then silence started to engulf Copter's room.
The bed became calm.
His breathe became rhythmic --- silent.
His dark room bathe in the silver moonlight casting from the outside.
Then a gentle breeze entered his open window, making the white silk curtains flutter gracefully in the wind.
And from the dark corner of his room, something stirred. A shadow of a man moved and walked cautiously towards his bed, towering over Copter --- eyes filled with interest and concern.
