Lights, Camera, Action 4

ears abuzz, eyes all galore with FLASHES FLASHES, Roman being the new darling of the Media, through whose veins information spreads, Roman was IT, an Asian Brando, someone the media could not comprehend. CAMERAS AFLASH WITH EYES donned in time and space, on the red carpet, lips all sealed, asking questions when he could. There was something in ROMAN which despised all this publicity, he did not have to justify himself before anyone except for God, this was ridiculous, but he played along. HE smiled a megawatt smile and he felt the body electric, the sense of being in the present, the burning moment and knowing God's intention almost, he felt electric blue, the endless beuning moment lit by the match of fame CAMERAS AFLASH WITH GIGGLES and yes he smiled again and played the game and America seemed to love him, young girls were winking at him he saw and sometimes he felt like a slave at an auction AFLASH AFLASH but deep inside, he was miserable. He did not want to be an actor. He did not choose to be an actor. ears abuzz, eyes all galore, time cascading through the universe, tossing the cares of the world to the politician,,, and actor is a failed politician... and he smiled looking for the light electric out of town and he ended up down and out in new york city, hitting the bottle hard, not knowing who he was or what he was doing, singing songs.

he took another drink.

some woman sat next to him. she was very attractive but he didn't care.

what are you doing here?

drinking.

she lit a cigarette.

you're that new actor, aren't you?

nuh, nuh, i ain't no actor.

why don't you come up to my room.

roman tried to get up but he fell flat on his butt.

the woman helped him up and carried him to her room.

it was a nice spotless room in the middle of Greenwich Village.

you're suicidal.

what are you talking about.

she lit a cigarette.

want one.

Roman smoked the cigarette. It tasted good.

what's you name. it's roman, isn't it?

yes.

kiss me.

i don't want to kiss you.

she kissed him.

pressure getting to you.

what the fuck...

you're screwed all the wrong ways.

take your clothes off.

What? A woman doesn't talk to me that way.

This woman does.

They were kissing in the shower and roman swore that she tasted like food. the kiss tasted like some delicious meal that he had. he wanted more and more and more and more and he could not get enough. he sucked her breasts for what seemed liek hours and hours and hours and they screwed for a long endless time.

he lit a cigarette.

un petit morte.

she was cooing a little and snuggled next to him. she was a beautiful blonde.

where you go to school? he asked out of habit.

Yale.

you like it?

it was all right. a bit boring, country club atmosphere.

what do you do?

i write for the New Yorker.

i sometimes read it.

Roman, they're going to kill you. An Asian Brando? They killed the Irish Brando. What do you think they'll do with the Asian Brando?

I'm very well connected.

political connections are not stable. besides, you've really attacked some very powerful people.

there are people more powerful than they.

what are you, Lucifer?

no. just someone who loves you.

stop it. I'm skulls and bones.

I'm all aclutter.

what the fuck does that mean?

i don't know. I'm just playing along. You don't want to disappaoint them.