Tle

Firstone never wanted to go to Hollywood. It was his best friend — Tle’s biggest fan in the whole world — who practically begged him. She had zero luck getting close enough to snap a real photo of her favorite actor, so she made Firstone an offer: pay for his entire trip, plus extra cash — if he’d sneak onto the film set and get her exclusive pictures of Tle. Firstone didn’t hate Tle exactly… but he sure didn’t get the hype. To him, Tle was just another famous, overpraised Hollywood star — handsome, sure, but probably arrogant and full of himself. Still, the money was good, and he couldn’t say no to his best friend’s dream. So he grabbed his camera, put on a hoodie, and headed straight for the set. He hid behind trailers and props, snapping photos whenever Tle walked by. Every time he saw crowds scream his name, Firstone rolled his eyes. “What’s the big deal?” he muttered. “He’s just a guy.” But then — Tle’s manager spotted him. Firstone was caught red-handed, camera in hand. Instead of calling security, the manager looked him up and down — his sharp jaw, intense eyes, natural presence — and said: “You. Open auditions for the lead’s best friend role are happening right now. Get in there.” Firstone froze. He wasn’t an actor! He was just here to take pictures for his fanatic friend! But he couldn’t refuse — if he ran, they’d ask why he was sneaking around with a camera. So he walked into the audition room, nervous and annoyed, and read the lines. He didn’t try to impress anyone. He read with raw, quiet intensity — the same irritation he felt toward the whole situation. And somehow… he got the part.