Being a pornstar is, I would say, one of the most complicated jobs in the world.
Once you enter this industry, it affects not just you but also how others see you as a whole.
I never intended to be a pornstar in the first place; I was tricked by my best friend Roderick, whose hobby is to masturbate every day all around.
It's not like I hated him for being just himself; it's just that we've been best friends since birth. Our dads are buddies, so we ended up as buddies as well.
Until puberty hit Roderick too hard. I mean, he started to change; well, he's now more into watermelons and donuts.
He always touches his penis up and down whenever we have a conversation. My once normal friend became a pervert real quick.
I just let him be, not until he told me that we should audition for the respective roles in a romance movie.
I always dreamed of becoming a top actor admired by countless people, wanting to be famous and make my parents proud.
Actually, the moment he begged me to join him in trying out for this opportunity, I had no choice but to comply.
Well, it's just an audition. If we get rejected, at least we gain something called "experience."
I would be a liar if I told him I'm not even an ounce nervous, but thankfully he reassured me to be as calm as possible.
Our brotherly bond is beyond comprehension, as we always support and stand by one another in sickness and in health.
Also, I want to find out clearly what we are getting into before going to the audition and why we haven't received a script yet.
He told me that we are just going to do some impromptu acting; we just have to listen to what the judges are going to tell us.
I'm starting to become suspicious of him and this whole audition shenanigans.
After we arrived at the designated location, he told me that we should just head in and enter the small store.
At first, it looks like a closed store with a normal exterior full of black curtains, but after we enter the store, I find out that the place is more decent than I thought.
There were a few people ahead of us, but it's okay; at least we're not the first.
We can still ask around, but as I look around at the faces of our competitors, their eyes are fixed now on us like tigers ready to pounce on a helpless chihuahua. Some are even salivating.
Weird.
"It's scary," I thought.
Their strange gazes were somewhat eerie and sent shivers down my spine.
Until finally, Roderick and I were called into the audition room.