Blondey No.2

Which idiot told him being a porn star is bad?

Joy laughed as he licked his lower lip. He rubbed his hands under the table like a fat chubby old fly that flew here & there in the dark looking for blood. A blonde young girl was sitting across the table. With a head bent to the desk, she was playing with the script file in her hands. Joy smirked even uglier when he saw her tits, which were rounded and juicy like a ripe peach. The lustful man inside him was excited and wanted to take a bite.

However, unfortunately, unlike most read-through meetings that casts were friendly from the beginning, a deathly atmosphere spread here. Which meant Joy had to do something to get this girl's attention. Anything! He touched the shy girl from under the table gently with his shoes. She shouted. Ouch! It was obvious that blondey is a mere girl. She was so shocked that Joy thought to himself, with this strong voice, she should cast the role of a ghost in a horror movie, not the role of a lovely, dumb blonde!

- Oops ... sorry.

Joy smiled cunningly, causing this little rabbit to get shy more and more. The rest of the meeting was spent listening to the director, well; of course, Joy did not listen to him at all. He preferred to feed his excited eyes by analyzing this beautiful blondey.

A girl he did not even know her name.

At the same time, secret glances were exchanged between Joy and the girl. Joy felt this girl is a devout Catholic, as he found it out from her clothes, her simple hairstyle, and her untreated nails. Apart from her fit body and beautiful face, she had large, innocent eyes that made her look like European models combined with shy Japanese anime girls. Exactly his style, a dumb-blonde. After the end of the meeting, Joy took a long step toward the girl, trying to hold her wrist before the blondey disappeared at the end of Vine Street. He followed her earnestly until the girl stood behind the red light and Joy reached her as he breathed roughly:

- It has been so long since I chased a girl. Miss, I am proud to know whom…

- I think you know me, Mr...

- Long. Joy Long. Miss, excuse my rudeness, but you look like mere girls who run away from school and a bushy mustache man has a card against them so they have to obey him. Even if you are in a hurry to enter the world of fame, still do not you think sleeping with a rich old daddy is a good way to grant your succe ... Ouch!

Right now, for the first time in Joy's not-so-long life, the spike of a girl's orange High heel attacked his defenseless foot, and all that remained for Joy was a dent in his shoe and tight lips. As the innocent, beautiful blondey's eyes were saturated by instant anger, Joy felt he might be wrong this time.

- Stupid! Mr. Hale is my real father!

- Miss... I am sorry; I did not even think that...

- Same to me! I did not even think the idiot my father insists on choosing for my first movie is so stupid that he does not even look at the list of agents while signing the contract!

This was Joy's first meeting with Rowena Kathleen Hale. A sexy angel with innocent eyes who had a bad temper. She did not allow any man to approach her. Joy never thought chasing blondey would end here. Shit! Just as the light turned green at a critical time, the beautiful blondey, with her holy legs and adorable tits ran away dramatically. Joy stood there with a feeling of excitement rising in his heart for a moment. He laughed again like a fool. Which idiot told him being a porn star is bad? Slowly, as he apologized to his beloved Marilyn silently, he swallowed his hardened saliva, thinking of the hot moments he was about to spend with Mr. Hale's charming daughter. He was looking forward to seeing blondey's perfect reactions.

***

He read the script with as much as his attic lamp's light allows. Almost all of his excitement had subsided: it was not a porn movie. At least, not the kind of movies Joy expected! Yeah, it sounds pretty crap; Looks like pornos are not fine for me either. However, Joy was not very happy with the good news! So far, the script had no trace of an exciting hot scene with his beloved blondey. If he had guessed right, the film had no adult scene other than one, which caused Joy to kick his room's wooden walls and curse his bad luck… but wait... he picked up the phone and hurriedly called home:

- Dad...

- ... Xiao Yi[1]? Is it you?

Long Zhouyi[2] never had a good relationship with his father, Long Yuan Bao. He knew that even if in real life he reaches a point where he shines like a gold bar, he is still a disgrace to his paternal relatives. Still, Mr. Gold bar[3] was happy to hear the voice of his naughty son after three and a half months.

- What happened, Xiao Yi? Are you fine?

- I... I am fine, dad… I did it. Finally, I was cast as the lead role.

There was a continuous silence on the other side of the line in disbelief. Joy did not know if it is good or bad.

- Congratulations, my son.

A joy bubble filled his small, still boyish heart. Dad... you call me your son for the first time. Do you admire me? A moment later, the bubble burst into flames:

- Now you have achieved your mother's dream, you can come back. Uncle Long has found you a beautiful girl from a well-known respected family. so you ... Hello? Hello?

Joy angrily hanged up the phone. For a moment, just for a moment, he thought to himself that... oh my God. How foolish. In Mr. Gold bar's heart, he was still a worthless piece of rubbish. Why did he think his dreams are important to the man who had given birth to him? No. The only thing that mattered to Mr. Gold bar was taming his bum boy with the slogan of a righteous man, a beautiful wife, and a dignified job. Something that Joy hated for a lifetime. That is why he never used his birth name Zhouyi.

Joy Long. His mother choose this stage name for him, and Zhouyi, cursed from the very moment of his birth, realized that his father would never accept him, so he had to be Joy Long forever. He turned his head and said to Marilyn's ghost:

- Hug me, calm me please ... I am in pain...

He rolled down on the ground and grabbed his heart. He did not even know how he must feel. He just let tears make love softly with his cheeks. He felt so missed deeply there for something he did not know, pretended nothing happens. He spent the night with rainy eyes and a toxic smile, next to his beloved blondey. Blondey No.1. Joy fell asleep, thinking of Rowena's eyes.

***

God said let there be light and there was light. Joy guessed the world did not start with this quote. It starts with this precious phrase:

- Lights, Camera, Action!

Each time, hearing these words, a new world was created for Joy. A world where he was everyone and no one, a world where no one was there but Joy. He covered his face with a mask of emotions and painted his thin lips with a biased supernatural smile. His little heart rebelled against nature with an amazing force, as if he was rising so high and wanted to break his mind's dedicated shell to come out. All his being disappeared and melted through the universe in an eye blink.

He was no longer Joy.

He was a skinny student boy named Oliver Wang. He was nobody now, and no one knew only a man as lonesome as he has a faint, matte personality like a cup of white tea. Well, no one knew but Edward Hale!

Joy immediately plunged into the role that seemed to have been designed for himself. A boy with glasses named Oliver, whose appearance resembled a miserable bookworm. Unconsciously, Joy felt his shoulders bend, and he lost all his confidence and pride. Slowly, he looked down at the tall American high school guys around him. He raised his book to head so he could not look at their boss, who was looking at Joy's buttocks mischievously. The atmosphere became cold; He felt his spine tremble. He stretched his shoes on the ground, as he was holding his backpack from the front. He lowered his head and tried to pass among them quickly.

- Wang Wing Wong!

- Chang Ching Chong!

- Doe-eyed! Hey! I am talking to you!

- Chinese boy ... huh ... are you deaf.

Hearing these words, he clenched his teeth so he would not cry. He knew exactly what they wanted to do. Here in America, it was the same fate of all Asian students. His lips trembled; he felt goosebumps by fear and the cold air blowing his back. A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead and dripped down to his shoulder. Right on the strap of his backpack that was torn in half. No, He was no longer Joy. There was Only Oliver. Oliver was about to reach the game boss, Tom Hans. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, as he was able to pass Tom, that junk boy kicked him with all his might and Oliver fell to the ground.

Ah, it burns... His knee and palm were injured. With trembling hands, he lifted his backpack off the ground. The half-torn strap was now completely separated from the backpack. Tom and the other boys gathered with a smirk on their faces. As soon as Oliver got up, one of them kicked him in the back and threw him to the ground again.

Oliver felt tears welling up in his eyes. Hatred penetrated his heart. Racist bastards! He clenched his fists and stood up again. This time, Tom punched him in the face and it did not take long for a bright red line to come out of Oliver's nose. Oliver shouted and threw his backpack angrily at Tom.

- Fuck! Chang Ching Chong! What the fuck you did now?

Tom pointed to two gangs to grab Oli's shoulders and force him to kneel on the floor. They punched him in the abdomen repeatedly. Oliver felt his vital organs are on fire, burning and falling apart. Tom stepped forward and smirked as Oliver's face blushed from his blood:

- I teach you a lesson not to forget for the rest of your life... mother…!

Oliver spat blood in Tom's face with all his might:

- Yellow Pig! Do not dare insult, my mom!

He got up with a power he did not know where it comes from. The portrait of his beloved mother's sick and tired face in his arms did not leave his mind. He did not know who he is; He did not even know what his mother's name was. He just knew he could no longer afford this insult and humiliation. Anger and hatred hand in hand helped him to release his shoulders from those bullying brats. Oliver kicked Tom in the abdomen in anger and knocked him to the ground. Recklessly he grabbed the belt of his pants and laughed as he opened it:

- I teach you a lesson not to forget it for the rest of your life, pig!

The demonic shameless sound of pouring out the hot stinking liquid echoed in the deadly silence that pervaded the schoolyard. No, there was no school there. There was a jail, and Oliver Wang was rebelling against the Americans after three years.

He closed his eyes with strange ease and enjoyed humiliating this bastard in a way. For a moment he did not even remember who and where he was. He did not even notice the fluid bursting in his mouth and nose is not blood, it is just a red color, and the liquid pouring on Tom's body is nothing but green tea.

- Oliver ... my God ... Oli! What did you do?

- Finish it, Wang! Now!

Arriving his only best friend, Annie Huang, and their school principal, Mr. Hale let the scene end in a passionate tone:

- Cut! You did great, Joy!

However, Joy was still standing there; with his eyes closed and a pant that had only one button open. He felt the power from within; He felt the boy lying on the ground looked like Peter Mohr. Peter Mohr? The unpleasant picture of his boss drowning in Joy's piss gave way to his mother's sweet, sad face. Mom? His mother was calling his name: Xiao Yi... Xiao Yi… Wake up!

- Joy? Wake up! Joy? Open your eyes, Joy! Oh my god!

When he opened his eyes, he saw a large white ceiling above his head. Filming location clinic. He turned his head and stared at Rowena Hale, who was still dressed as a student- Annie Huang. He blinked in vague and confusing, and then smiled charmingly and pulled the tail of blondey braided hair, which now really looked like Japanese anime girls:

- Miss Hale, what are you doing here? Do not you scare I get your virgini…? Ouch! It hearts!

Rowena, who was disgusted with these dumb shameless words, just slapped him on the face with the back of his hand gently a few times. She had only worked with him for a few hours. Even though half an hour ago, he so much affected her by his bravo Acting, her heart wanted to suffocate him, perhaps because she was a little bit scared to death seeing his bloody face as he fainted! Joy, who could see all these emotions through her big cute eyes, said:

- thank you...

- Mr. Long, if you faint like this every time, filming will forever...

- For worrying about me.

He raised his thumb and placed it on the blondey No.2 lips. No one had worried about him ever, of course, except for his mother and Blondey No.1. Good girl, I reward you. Joy thought mischievously of all the deviant ways he could reward a mere girl with and chose this path to seduce her. It was obvious that Rowena Kathleen Hale was stubbornly impressed to hear these words.

Anyway, she did not have a tenth of Joy's talent in acting, and she did not even think that maybe it is a show. Yes, Joy also did not think that maybe it is not a show. Maybe he is just happy because someone noticed him for the first time. He raised his head and stared at her again. Looking at her eyes, suddenly in a way he realized that somehow, the corners of his eyes are cat-shaped, maybe it was only because of his eyeliner, but...

- Miss Hale, has anyone ever told you to have beautiful eyes? They are more like...

- Like Asian eyes. Yeah, you guessed right. My mother was Chinese.

Suddenly Joy found out why dummy Hales choose him as the lead role.

[1] In Chinese, it is common to call close friends or younger family members by Xiao (xiăo, 小) phrase along with their name, it means young or little and it is used to show affection and intimacy.

[2] In Chinese, the surname comes first, and the name comes after. Long is a surname.

[3] In Chinese, Yuan Bao (yuán bǎo, 元宝) means a Gold bar or Gold ingot.