[BL NOVEL] Kill the Lights (Chapter 9 Part 4)
Kill the Lights by Jangryang
Editor/Proofreader: Kaima
It was not that Mason completely hated acting, it was more like he was uncomfortable doing the job. It was okay to pretend like a drug addict or a prodigal gay, not only in front of the camera, but also in real life. When he was a mercenary, Mason had done that much; until the verge of his death, when he had gone inside Altaâs bunker, he had pretended to be a servile pimp. He was very skilled in pretending to be different people.
However, one cannot just âpretendâ to be a professional actor. The camera points threateningly at you like a gun, the director watches and monitors your every move, and worse, you cannot escape even when it is not your scene. When Mason stood in front of the camera, as if anchored at the ankles, and concentrated, emotions had hurtled out of him naturally.
Mason had felt strangely unpleasant, embarrassed, and uncomfortable by that experience. It was probably because he wasnât used to showing strangers, a glimpse of his life.
There was another crucial reason; roles of a drug addict and prodigal gay were not at all helpful for the image of a cafĂ© owner. His image as a junkie and slut were already solid, and we donât want to add to that.
The other roles, in the scripts extended by Tony, were no different.
âAnything else? If that is all, then I donât really care forâŠ.â
He felt sorry for Tony, but Mason opened his mouth to decline them. Tony stuttered in shock, saying, âWhy? Why? You donât like them?â
âIâm done with the drug addict image.â
Who would want to drink coffees made by a junkie-slut? Of course the world already knew Haleyâs morbid love for drugs and men, but still he was not willing to do it. Because of what Mason said, Tony hesitantly took something else out of his bag.
âI, I do have something like thisâŠ.â
Tony sounded as if âthis wonât probably do either, but stillâŠ.â, and handed him the synopsis of a script.
âThe director is Vick Procter, so it will be a box-office hit without a question but, âââ
Tony left the statement vague, and when Mason copied his words, he scratched his cheek, as if wrestling with a tough decision.
âWell, the role is more like an extra than a supporting character. And because it is that of a killer, there are many action scenes, and the director said to just get lost, if you were to use a stunt double⊠To be honest, you are not an action star and there is no reason for you to do that.â
Tony made it sound as if he was worried, but his eyes were full of want. Mason indifferently read through the synopsis.
It didnât even look particularly impressiveâŠ. Even though Mason thought that showing his killer side would sell more coffees than a bitch or junkie image, it still was not enough to satisfy him. Tony asked, âAre you interested?â falsely assuming that Mason might be interested because he was reading the synopsis.
âNo, not much. No good guy roles had come in?â
Mason already knew the answer, but he still asked, and Tony awkwardly nodded his head making an excuse, âPlaying villain is a trend these days.â
âBut doesnât a good guy always win?â
âThe winning side is anyhow the main characterâ, Mason said indifferently, and Tony nodded his head, as if acknowledging the truth.
âYeah, but I wanted you to do it only because the director is very famous. In fact, they donât even pay you much. Well, your character would probably be cut and the filming period is also very short, so thereâs no helping it.â
âOh, really? How much do they pay?â
Mason put down the synopsis and asked without thinking much. Haley did earn good money, seeing how he threw away thirty thousand dollars for things that couldâve ruined his life.
âHuh? Was it fifty thousand dollars?â
âI need to check the contract, but I think it was around that much,â Tony said with a sorry face. He thought the money was too little, but Mason flinched.
âFor how many month are they filming?â
âMax two days? Ah, are you talking about the total time they would be filming this movie?â
âI think itâd be three to four monthsâ. Mason flinched more at what Tony said.
âFifty thousand, for two days?â
âYou are not even killing a person for real; neither are you torturing nor getting torturedâŠ. Fifty thousand, for two days?â
Mason asked again. It was as if he was complaining. Mason, who was leaning on the couch like a gum, slowly stood up as if he was going to attack Tony. Tony stepped back saying, âYeaâŠh, itâs too little right? I complained, how they could treat you like that, but.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
Mason picked up the synopsis and the script, he had previously put down. âFifty thousand, for two days.â Mason looked at the script and slightly frowned. âFifty thousand, for two days. Fifty thousand, for two days.â
Mason had actually been a well-paid mercenary. It wasnât strange for the Zii bastards to spit out, âThe son of a bitch earns good money, but why does he still live in a place like this?â That was how much he made.
However, he had worked for as much as he earned. He had stayed underground for two months in order to ambush and abduct a person, had run with a bomb on his chest and a single gun into the middle of a battlefield, sometimes he got caught by the enemies and was tortured. Such things happened quite a lot.
In return for paying him a great deal of money, Zii had used Mason like a rag. They used him to wipe all kinds of dirty stuff⊠They used the rag until it was all tattered. Of course, Mason had already signed a body disclaimer contract and threw away his life for Zii like someone crazy, so there was no helping it.
Anyway, for getting a large amount of money, Mason did things that people wonât even do for 10 million dollars. It wasnât because he wanted some money, but because he thought his work was worth it.
âFifty thousand, for two daysâŠ.â
When he murmured it to himself, he saw Tony all tense up. Mason controlled his emotions.
âThis role is a killer? An amazing directorâs movie?â
He hadnât worked for the money nor had many earthly desires, but that didnât mean Mason cultivated himself morally. They were ready to pay fifty thousand for two days, even without him having to throw away his life recklessly like Aaron. He would be an idiot, not to do it. Coming from the backstreet slums, youâd be lucky to get thirty thousand dollars for killing someone. He wonât be playing a big part in this movie, after working for only two days, and honestly, Mason thought he could manage a killer role.
Fifty thousand dollars in two days. Mason thought to himself, âIf I were to work like this, I will have enough for my retirement even if I had to close down the cafĂ© and rightfully so.â
âShould I give it a try?â
Mason glanced at Tony and asked, and Tony burst into tears. âAmnesiaaaaâ, that was what he said at the end of his sad and happy cry.
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Yay heâs going to act!\n