Of course, I'm sure he'll be willing," Mr. Ashiya replied into his cell. "Okay…yeah…Ja"
"What is this all about Ashiya-san?" Erika asked, getting excited.
Mr. Ashiya was after all, responsible for Syaoran's first big break in show business and he's been a producer to all of Syaoran's movies ever since. He's also always recommending Syaoran and endorsing his skills as an actor to all his connections in the business, which in result often gives Syaoran chances to film internationally.
After pocketing his cell, the older man turned to two of his favorite people, one was a highly praised and one of the best female agents to date, and the other, one of the most popular and highly paid actors in the business.
"It's good news for you Syaoran!" he announced with a grin.
"So I heard," he said in a bored tone.
He eyed Syaoran curiously as he always had. His relationship with the actor was always good, they respected each other and at this point, he even considers him as like a son to him which goes the same for Syaoran who treated him like a father. But regardless of the closeness of their relationship, this is one thing that he still doesn't understand, and it's his lack of passion for acting. He clearly remembers Syaoran years back when he was a just a budding actor, his talents were as good as they were today although not so polished. But he had passion when he acted, he actually saw fire in his eyes and that he was clearly enjoying what he was doing.
Now, however, was a different story. He lacked passion and he could literally see a barricade in his eyes. There was no fire, instead there was ice, and it was as cold as ever for the past five years. As his producer, he didn't care as long as he did well where his job in acting was concerned, and he did. As his friend and surrogate-father, he couldn't bear seeing him like this, he can clearly tell that he wasn't at all contented with anything he does.
"I promised a friend you'd star in his new upcoming film!"
Erika literally had stars in her eyes as he said this, a grin spreading across her lovely face. "Oh that's wonderful Ashiya-san!" she exclaimed excitedly.
Nodding in agreement, Mr. Ashiya turned back to Syaoran. "You have nothing important planned don't you? Can you do this?"
All of the films he recommended for him were always good for his reputation as an actor and he had nothing better to do with his life other than work anyway. "No," he replied to his first question, "Yeah sure, I'll do it," he answered to his second.
"Very good! You don't have a choice anyway, I already gave my word."
Syaoran raised a brow at him. "Then why bother asking me if I can do it?"
"I just wanted to know that you're actually willing to do it."
"So when does filming begin? And where do we fly out to next?" Erika interrupted, now imagining places like the Caribbean or Greece. All of Mr. Ashiya's recommended projects always ended them up at the most wonderful of places.
"Tokyo, Japan," he answered casually.
"JAPAN?!"
Mr. Ashiya looked at the pair as they both repeated the word as if it were a curse.
"What's with Japan?"
Erika looked over at Syaoran who was looking at the wall, an ice cold glare spread across his face.
"Bad memories," he hissed.
Mr. Ashiya saw the fire in his eyes as he said this. It wasn't the fire he was hoping he'll get back but it was fire nonetheless. And he hadn't seen him look this emotional over anything for years now, albeit the emotion seemed to be of pure distaste and hatred.
"A-Are you sure filming is already set for Japan?" Erika asked, sounding hopeful that he'd answer otherwise.
"Yes, I've read the script myself. It's really good actually, and the entire thing's set in Japan. My friend asked me if I knew more popular actors who were fluent in Japanese, and of course, I recommended the first person that came to mind," he said with a glance at Syaoran. "After all, I did discover Syaoran when I was in Japan almost six years ago."
At the mention of this, Syaoran's face hardened. "I'm not doing it."
"Why not?" Mr. Ashiya asked, perplexed at his sudden change of mind.
"I just won't," he said in a final tone before walking out of the room.
"I'm sorry Ashiya-san," Erika said apologetically. "But Syaoran won't go back to Japan.
Of course, I'm sure he'll be willing," Mr. Ashiya replied into his cell. "Okay…yeah…Ja""What is this all about Ashiya-san?" Erika asked, getting excited.Mr. Ashiya was after all, responsible for Syaoran's first big break in show business and he's been a producer to all of Syaoran's movies ever since. He's also always recommending Syaoran and endorsing his skills as an actor to all his connections in the business, which in result often gives Syaoran chances to film internationally.After pocketing his cell, the older man turned to two of his favorite people, one was a highly praised and one of the best female agents to date, and the other, one of the most popular and highly paid actors in the business."It's good news for you Syaoran!" he announced with a grin."So I heard," he said in a bored tone.He eyed Syaoran curiously as he always had. His relationship with the actor was always good, they respected each other and at this point, he even considers him as like a son to him which goes the same for Syaoran who treated him like a father. But regardless of the closeness of their relationship, this is one thing that he still doesn't understand, and it's his lack of passion for acting. He clearly remembers Syaoran years back when he was a just a budding actor, his talents were as good as they were today although not so polished. But he had passion when he acted, he actually saw fire in his eyes and that he was clearly enjoying what he was doing.
Now, however, was a different story. He lacked passion and he could literally see a barricade in his eyes. There was no fire, instead there was ice, and it was as cold as ever for the past five years. As his producer, he didn't care as long as he did well where his job in acting was concerned, and he did. As his friend and surrogate-father, he couldn't bear seeing him like this, he can clearly tell that he wasn't at all contented with anything he does.
"I promised a friend you'd star in his new upcoming film!"
Erika literally had stars in her eyes as he said this, a grin spreading across her lovely face. "Oh that's wonderful Ashiya-san!" she exclaimed excitedly.
Nodding in agreement, Mr. Ashiya turned back to Syaoran. "You have nothing important planned don't you? Can you do this?"
All of the films he recommended for him were always good for his reputation as an actor and he had nothing better to do with his life other than work anyway. "No," he replied to his first question, "Yeah sure, I'll do it," he answered to his second.
"Very good! You don't have a choice anyway, I already gave my word."
Syaoran raised a brow at him. "Then why bother asking me if I can do it?"
"I just wanted to know that you're actually willing to do it."
"So when does filming begin? And where do we fly out to next?" Erika interrupted, now imagining places like the Caribbean or Greece. All of Mr. Ashiya's recommended projects always ended them up at the most wonderful of places.
"Tokyo, Japan," he answered casually.
"JAPAN?!"
Mr. Ashiya looked at the pair as they both repeated the word as if it were a curse.
"What's with Japan?"
Erika looked over at Syaoran who was looking at the wall, an ice cold glare spread across his face.
"Bad memories," he hissed.
Mr. Ashiya saw the fire in his eyes as he said this. It wasn't the fire he was hoping he'll get back but it was fire nonetheless. And he hadn't seen him look this emotional over anything for years now, albeit the emotion seemed to be of pure distaste and hatred.
"A-Are you sure filming is already set for Japan?" Erika asked, sounding hopeful that he'd answer otherwise.
"Yes, I've read the script myself. It's really good actually, and the entire thing's set in Japan. My friend asked me if I knew more popular actors who were fluent in Japanese, and of course, I recommended the first person that came to mind," he said with a glance at Syaoran. "After all, I did discover Syaoran when I was in Japan almost six years ago."
At the mention of this, Syaoran's face hardened. "I'm not doing it."
"Why not?" Mr. Ashiya asked, perplexed at his sudden change of mind.
"I just won't," he said in a final tone before walking out of the room.
"I'm sorry Ashiya-san," Erika said apologetically. "But Syaoran won't go back to Japan.
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