The scene starts in a meeting room with a long table at the center.
Astrid Yu sits on one side while her showbiz ex-boyfriend, Jerome Young, sits on the other. Astrid's mother, Vivien Yu, discusses with Jerome's lawyer the terms and conditions entailed in the Non-Disclosure Agreement. A result of the love team's break up.
Jerome’s lawyer talks about how this scandal would hurt not only the boy's career, but the studio as well. The executives only want to tie up loose ends before they start marketing Jerome's movie.
However, Astrid is despondent to the situation. She doesn't speak or even look at anyone. Instead, she plays the scene of Jerome's betrayal in her head over and over.
Before they could successfully wrap up the meeting, Astrid finally speaks. She agrees to sign the agreement, but in return, Jerome never gets to speak about her. Not in interviews, not in F******k posts, nothing. It will be like she never existed.
Vivien is visibly startled but quickly composes herself. She asks her daughter if she's sure and Astrid simply nods herself before returning her gaze back to the table. Jerome agrees to her request, making an off-hand comment that it would save him a lot of trouble too.
They sign the contracts without another word.
As soon as the two men step out of the room, Vivien immediately goes on a tirade against Astrid, berating her for making such a ridiculous request. She emphasizes that any publicity is good publicity. And to add insult to injury, Vivien tells Astrid she should be thankful that Jerome managed to put her in the limelight and that she would've been nothing without him.
Astrid takes all of this quietly. She steels herself and reminds herself that as an actress, she should know how to control her tears.
---
A few months later, Astrid finishes up an audition that she bombs. Disappointed, she heads home and is surprised to find Dreia Rodriguez, her best friend from Cebu, in her condo unit's living room.
Dreia is a well-known video editor in Cebu's indie film scene and was a classmate of hers in high school. She lets Astrid know that she's there for a few days for some work in Manila.
They catch up, after not having seen each other in literal years, and Dreia lets slip that Lee is handling Brew Blends now, the coffee shop they used to frequent in high school.
("Really? What happened to Lola Elisa?"
"Oh, you haven't heard?"
"No. Lee, uh, he blocked me after the whole thing."
"Right. She, uhm, passed away a couple of years back. She had a stroke and never really recovered.")
Suddenly, Astrid's mother, Vivien, calls. Astrid steps out to the balcony to take the call. Vivien doesn't wait another moment to inform her that Astrid had lost all her roles to Audrey, the girl Jerome cheated with (and is co-starring with in his new movie, debuting their shiny new love team).
Vivien also tells her that the industry perceives her as a weak, non-marketable actress without Jerome and that the execs are not willing to invest in her with her current situation. Astrid wraps up the call and looks visibly upset.
As she steps back in, Astrid is greeted by a bottle of mojitos shoved to her chest. Dreia asks her how she really is and to drop the bullshit because it's written all over her face.
As they mix the drinks, Astrid opens up about how she's tired of feeling like a disappointment--to her mom especially. She talks about how it's starting to seem like Vivien will never be proud of her with the way things are going right now.
Dreia tells her that she needs to learn how to live by her terms and not by others. Astrid only rolls her eyes and tells her, "We work in mainstream media. Being a people-pleaser is a default personality trait."
As the night deepens, the two girls get a bright idea to start a Youtube channel wherein Astrid does a drunk make up tutorial--except she allows herself to get candid and drop a plethora of sarcastic, self-deprecating jokes.
Astrid ends the video with, "I'm going to sleep like this. Good night," and passes out in her bed.
Dreia stops filming and tucks the sleeping Astrid into bed. She then opens her laptop and spends the entire night editing Astrid's video. The next day, Astrid wakes up to Dreia gone and a text on her phone letting her know that her best friend had an early call time and to "stop being tita's doormat."
Vivien then steps into the room without even bothering to knock, catching Astrid off guard. She sees the make up on Astrid's face and berates her for being irresponsible with her skin.
("Your face is your main selling point. Without that, you're nothing.")
Astrid then interrupts her, asking Vivien why she never told her that Lola Elisa's gone. Vivien is quiet for a while, something Astrid's not used to. Finally, she tells Astrid that "what happens to those people are no longer any of your concern."
She then pulls out Astrid's suitcase from her closet. She proceeds to tell her that she's booked them a flight back to Cebu and that they weren't coming back for a while because they couldn't afford living in Manila anymore considering Astrid's situation. That, and that they were leaving in a week.
("Think of it as a good thing. You get to go home and breathe, maybe even reflect about your time here and start planning how you're going to come back stronger.")
Vivien doesn't give Astrid time to process what was going on and leaves the room. Astrid stares at the door before curling up into a ball and cries.
---
“I’m going on a social media cleanse,” was the last text she sent Dreia before she fell off the face of the Earth.
That was two weeks ago.
In those two weeks, Astrid had completely uprooted her life in Manila and moved back to Cebu. She didn’t contact anyone when she arrived—not her friends, family, or followers. It was like she disappeared altogether. But she didn’t.
In that time, Astrid simply gave herself time to breathe. She did so by watching all of the dramas N*****x had to offer. It was cathartic living someone else’s life, crying someone else’s tears, and pretending that one day, she’ll also have her happily ever after. She was about to go on her third week of complete radio silence, when suddenly she received a text from Dreia.
(“Girl, you’re a meme!”
“Hah? What are you talking about?”
Dreia quickly responds with a photo.
It looks like a meme template of a drunk girl sitting behind a table full of make-up. Astrid’s eyes widen, realizing it was that she was the girl in the photo.
“What the hell? Where did this come from?”
“You don’t know?”
“What are you—what do I not know?”
“Oh. Oh shit.”
“Dreia, I swear to god— “
Dreia then sends her a Youtube link. She quickly opens it to find her face, red as a peach, greeting everyone to her vlog.
“Get ready with me and I’ll tell you how to be a complete and utter disappointment to your mother!” Drunk Astrid exclaims with a laugh. Astrid, mortified, looks at the view count to see that it has over a hundred thousand views and thousands of comments.
“Dreia, what have you done?”
“Hey, you told me to post it!”
“I didn’t!”
“Yes, you did!”
Dreia then sends her a voice clip of their conversation.
“Hello!” Astrid’s voice blasts through the speakers as it giggles wildly through slurred speech, “I hereby declare my presidential decree— “
“What the hell are you talking about?” Dreia’s voice then comes on, followed by her laughter.
“No, no. Hear me out, okay. I hereby declare that you, Dreia Rodriguez, can post my video on Youtube. As long as you edit it, because I ain’t doing that shit.”
“If you say so, Astrid.” The voice clip then ends with their laughter.
“I’m... holy shit... I’m going to have to call you back.”)
Astrid was screwed. As she watches the 10-minute video of her trash-talking her mother while putting on make-up, drunkenly at that, Astrid can only imagine Vivien murdering her in more ways than one.
---
Astrid and Vivien sit by the dinner table, eating in silence. Vivien is giving Astrid the cold shoulder, and Astrid is growing more and more anxious. Despite Astrid’s attempts at creating small talk, her mother refuses to talk or even look at her.
As Vivien stands up and goes to clean up the table, Astrid quietly asks her if she’s seen the video.
(“Who hasn’t?” Vivien starts, finally replying to her daughter, “It’s nice to know what you really think of me, Astrid. After everything I have done for you.”)
Astrid shrinks in her seat as Vivien continues to talk. Word after word, Astrid begins to wonder if it was worth opening the topic at this point. But suddenly, Vivien stops and starts to look thoughtful,
“However, that video did put you back on the radar.” She finally says.
Vivien then examines Astrid from top to bottom and imagines her as a vlogger.
“This could actually work. And all you need to do is make content.” Vivien tells her as she circles around her, “No producers or executives to answer to, no love team to abide by...”
Vivien looks thoughtful for a moment, then her face lights up like a child on Christmas day.
“Oh, Astrid, what did I do to have such a perfect daughter like you?” That catches Astrid off-guard, but the next thing Vivien does surprises her even more. Vivien embraces her.
“You’re not mad?” Astrid asks as Vivien pulls away. Vivien only chuckles and tucks a stray hair behind Astrid’s ear.
“Astrid, what have I been telling you since day one? Any publicity is good publicity.” She quotes herself, “My reputation might take a blow from this... but what’s a mother’s sacrifice for her daughter’s success, right?”
Astrid stares at her in confusion, unable to wrap her head around the shift in the conversation. Vivien picks up on this and laughs.
“Go to sleep, anak. This will all make sense in the morning.”
Astrid nods and heads to her room warily, not sure what to expect come morning.
As soon as Astrid is out of sight, Vivien pulls out her phone and dials a number she hasn’t contacted in years. The phone rings a bit, then the line picks up.
“Hello, Lee? This is Vivien, Astrid’s mother. Listen, I know things have been rough between you two, but do you have time to talk?”)
---
Vivien had apparently set up an agreement with Lee to have Astrid simultaneously work and create content at Brew Blends. And to nobody’s surprise, Lee was cold to Astrid in her first week there. Astrid wouldn’t go as far as saying he's a bad boss (or an abusive one at that), he’s just... cold. He doesn’t speak to her directly, and neither does he acknowledge her presence.
The only time there’s a turnaround in his behavior is whenever Vivien is there.
Dreia explains to Astrid that Lee hasn’t been the same since Lola Elisa passed away, but even she couldn’t wrap her head around why Lee had a soft spot for Vivien. Astrid decides to ignore it, thinking that the cold shoulder was something she deserved and that it shouldn’t affect her work too much.
However, things grow tense when Lee makes snide remarks regarding the filming. And every time he does, it’s caught on camera. Thankfully, Dreia calls him out on it, and he keeps his comments to himself after that.
But if there’s something you should know about Lee, it’s that he was the third to their little trio before everything fell apart. It was always Astrid, Dreia, and Lee.
Much like Dreia, Lee had a knack for film making, especially with cinematography. He knew exactly where the light hit best and how to make a scene look cinematic.
The three often made short films with each other despite their limited resources, and their roles were almost usually the same: Lee the Videographer, Astrid the Actress, and Dreia the Director and Video Editor.
So, when Dreia couldn’t show up to help film the vlog one day, leaving Astrid to fend for herself with a camera she barely knew how to use, Lee had to step in. He helps Astrid set up and even found her the best spot behind the bar to angle the camera.
Little by little, Lee starts to warm up to Astrid. He films her throughout the entire day, directing what she could do, even teaching her how to make latte art! It’s all very wholesome and light-hearted, it almost felt like they never broke up.
As the day ends, Lee helps Astrid clean up behind the counter. They share a moment, looking back on their childhood memories fondly. That is, until Astrid asks what changed.
The mood shifts, and Lee returns to his cold self, reminding Astrid that she knew exactly what changed. He leaves Astrid behind, leaving her to fester in her own guilt. She then realizes the camera was still filming and turns it off.
Dreia drops by at Astrid’s place to retrieve the camera when Astrid tells her not to be too surprised when she sees Lee in the footage. Astrid also lets Dreia know that Lee helped her film the entire thing that day. Dreia simply nods as she looks through the footage with an unreadable look on her face.
Astrid confesses to Dreia that perhaps, after all this time, she was still in love with Lee—to which Dreia wonders out loud if it’s not just the “nostalgia goggles.”
Astrid says no but leaves it at that, still refusing to tell Dreia the real reason behind the break up.
Dreia then leaves her with parting words that will haunt Astrid for the rest of the night, “The night you called to break the news to Lee, he was at the hospital looking after Lola Elisa. She had just collapsed from the stroke. He thought he could tough it out so he wouldn’t worry her, but he still lost her the week after.”
(“Dreia, why didn’t you tell me?”
“Honestly? I guess it was because I really hated you in that moment.”)
By the first hour of the meeting, Astrid Yu has killed Jerome Young twenty-three times. In her head, of course. Kind of hard to commit a real murder when your showbiz ex-boyfriend literally has a lawyer by his side. Hell, Jerome was the reason Astrid was in a difficult position in the first place. Seated across each other with only a long table separating them and their representatives, Astrid would argue that they were in one of those reality TV shows that feature a couple that’s about to divorce. Astrid was even dressed for the part. She wore an all-black dress under a dark gray blazer —with the shoulder pads! She opted not to wear pearl accessories like the wives in the movies because she wanted to at least look humble when she rips Jerome into shreds. Only there were no cameras, no film crew, no directors yelling “Action!” across the room to signal the start of the scene. Just Jerome and his lawyer, and Astrid and her mother, in the middle of a legal meeting discussing a Non-Di
Everyone has those days when everything just feels wrong.To Astrid, those days had become weeks and eventually, months. Since her break up with Jerome became public, it was like she had become completely irrelevant in the industry. Despite her best attempts in landing roles, going from one audition venue to another day after day, it just seemed like there was always someone better.This time, Astrid was sitting in a hallway, auditioning for an unknown production’s indie film. Or was it a student film? Either way, she needed to make bank somehow.So, there she was, sitting in a hallway along with three other hopefuls who took their own corners as they practiced their lines relentlessly—except for one. One girl stared at her with a scrutinizing gaze, making Astrid squirm slightly in her seat. If there’s one thing that she hated from her short-lived fame, it was the staring.Astrid tried to focus her attention on her screenplay, but she couldn’t help but steal a glance at the girl—only
“That bitch said what now?” Dreia Rodriguez asked as she gingerly poked the disinfectant on the small cut on Astrid’s cheekbone. Astrid hissed in protest as soon as the wet cotton touched the wound. They were sitting on the white leather couch in the living room of Astrid’s condo unit with a medical kit sprawled across the coffee table in front of them. Dreia, on the other hand, was trying to to treat the cuts on Astrid’s face. “It’s really one thing to hold my actions against me,” Astrid started as Dreia stuck an invisible patch on her cut, “but to compare me to my mom—" “Oh, yeah. I’d probably be charged with murder if anyone tried to compare me to my dad.” Dreia said as she used a pair of tweezers to pick up another cotton ball and dunk it in the bottle of disinfectant. “Right? Like, my mom did everything to provide for me. She sacrificed her entire career just to have me. It would be an insult to compare me to her.” Astrid continued. Dreia paused and gave her a blank look. “No
“Mom?” Astrid gave Dreia an apologetic smile behind the glass door of her balcony as she picked up her mother’s call. A small part of her was relieved that Vivien called, unknowingly whisking her away from the reality Astrid left behind in Cebu–that inevitably went on without her. “Hey, honey. Are you outside?” “Yeah, I’m on the balcony.” Astrid said with a shaky breath as she leaned against the terrace. “Have you been crying?” “No–” “I take it the audition didn’t go well then.” Astrid paused, momentarily surprised with how off her mother was. Still, she appreciated the ignorance. Lola Elisa’s passing was not something she could process just yet. “No…” Astrid finally replied, her voice trailing off. How many years has it been since Lola Elisa passed? How was Lee coping with all of this? Why didn’t anyone tell her? The thought of the body of the lanky teenager she loved crying over an open casket broke her heart, but what was worse was that she wasn’t there to cry with him. St
If Astrid was truly honest with herself, she was terrified of the idea of being alone. She is truly crippled by the very thought – hell, the entire concept of being rejected and left behind if she was not next to perfect. Astrid constantly felt as though she needed to go more than just above and beyond so she could exceed expectations. Just so people would continue to love her, to stay by her side. Can you blame her? She was the product of a failed relationship and the reason behind her mother’s career being flushed right down the drain. The 90s was anything but forgiving to single mothers who decided to keep their baby out of wedlock. And right now, Astrid felt as though she had been abandoned. She felt as though she was facing the scrutiny of the world completely and utterly alone. She had destroyed the family she created in Cebu in her pursuit for success. She has disappointed her mother when she failed. And now, what is there left for her? Astrid didn’t know. She didn’t know
“I’m going on a social media cleanse,” was the last text Astrid sent Dreia before she fell off the face of the Earth.That was two weeks ago.In those two weeks, Astrid had completely uprooted her life in Manila and moved back to Cebu. She didn’t contact anyone when she arrived—not her friends, family, or followers. It was like she disappeared altogether. Hell, she wanted to disappear altogether.But she didn’t.Couldn’t.In that time, Astrid simply gave herself time to breathe.She refused to step out of her childhood home, opting for food delivery apps to feed herself and just locking herself up in her room with her blackout curtains closed.Astrid did everything she could to cope. She did so by watching all of the dramas Netflix, Prime Video, and even Disney+ had to offer. It was cathartic living someone else’s life, crying someone else’s tears, and pretending that one day, she’ll also have her happily ever after.She was about to go on her third week of complete radio silence, whe
Astrid sat cross-legged on the floor with an array of paper and Post-It notes scattered around her. A marker in hand, she was determined to think of a new content idea that would top her last one. Or at least, officially launch her social media debut. Not like that mess of a make-up tutorial, she thought to herself. Still, Astrid didn’t understand why that worked so well. Was it because she looked pathetic, drunk on camera post-breakup? Or was it because the whole video was a scoop waiting to happen? Astrid recalled how her mother’s phone rang at least six to ten times a day for week from reporters requesting an interview–or at the very least, a statement. “My daughter is preparing something amazing for her fans. I hope everyone looks forward to it,” was all her mother would say every time. Still… Astrid stared at the view count of over two million on her phone. The bar is set a bit too high now, isn’t it? Astrid jumped when her phone suddenly started ringing loudly with the dev
Astrid sat cross-legged on the floor with an array of paper and Post-It notes scattered around her. A marker in hand, she was determined to think of a new content idea that would top her last one. Or at least, officially launch her social media debut. Not like that mess of a make-up tutorial, she thought to herself. Still, Astrid didn’t understand why that worked so well. Was it because she looked pathetic, drunk on camera post-breakup? Or was it because the whole video was a scoop waiting to happen? Astrid recalled how her mother’s phone rang at least six to ten times a day for week from reporters requesting an interview–or at the very least, a statement. “My daughter is preparing something amazing for her fans. I hope everyone looks forward to it,” was all her mother would say every time. Still… Astrid stared at the view count of over two million on her phone. The bar is set a bit too high now, isn’t it? Astrid jumped when her phone suddenly started ringing loudly with the dev
“I’m going on a social media cleanse,” was the last text Astrid sent Dreia before she fell off the face of the Earth.That was two weeks ago.In those two weeks, Astrid had completely uprooted her life in Manila and moved back to Cebu. She didn’t contact anyone when she arrived—not her friends, family, or followers. It was like she disappeared altogether. Hell, she wanted to disappear altogether.But she didn’t.Couldn’t.In that time, Astrid simply gave herself time to breathe.She refused to step out of her childhood home, opting for food delivery apps to feed herself and just locking herself up in her room with her blackout curtains closed.Astrid did everything she could to cope. She did so by watching all of the dramas Netflix, Prime Video, and even Disney+ had to offer. It was cathartic living someone else’s life, crying someone else’s tears, and pretending that one day, she’ll also have her happily ever after.She was about to go on her third week of complete radio silence, whe
If Astrid was truly honest with herself, she was terrified of the idea of being alone. She is truly crippled by the very thought – hell, the entire concept of being rejected and left behind if she was not next to perfect. Astrid constantly felt as though she needed to go more than just above and beyond so she could exceed expectations. Just so people would continue to love her, to stay by her side. Can you blame her? She was the product of a failed relationship and the reason behind her mother’s career being flushed right down the drain. The 90s was anything but forgiving to single mothers who decided to keep their baby out of wedlock. And right now, Astrid felt as though she had been abandoned. She felt as though she was facing the scrutiny of the world completely and utterly alone. She had destroyed the family she created in Cebu in her pursuit for success. She has disappointed her mother when she failed. And now, what is there left for her? Astrid didn’t know. She didn’t know
“Mom?” Astrid gave Dreia an apologetic smile behind the glass door of her balcony as she picked up her mother’s call. A small part of her was relieved that Vivien called, unknowingly whisking her away from the reality Astrid left behind in Cebu–that inevitably went on without her. “Hey, honey. Are you outside?” “Yeah, I’m on the balcony.” Astrid said with a shaky breath as she leaned against the terrace. “Have you been crying?” “No–” “I take it the audition didn’t go well then.” Astrid paused, momentarily surprised with how off her mother was. Still, she appreciated the ignorance. Lola Elisa’s passing was not something she could process just yet. “No…” Astrid finally replied, her voice trailing off. How many years has it been since Lola Elisa passed? How was Lee coping with all of this? Why didn’t anyone tell her? The thought of the body of the lanky teenager she loved crying over an open casket broke her heart, but what was worse was that she wasn’t there to cry with him. St
“That bitch said what now?” Dreia Rodriguez asked as she gingerly poked the disinfectant on the small cut on Astrid’s cheekbone. Astrid hissed in protest as soon as the wet cotton touched the wound. They were sitting on the white leather couch in the living room of Astrid’s condo unit with a medical kit sprawled across the coffee table in front of them. Dreia, on the other hand, was trying to to treat the cuts on Astrid’s face. “It’s really one thing to hold my actions against me,” Astrid started as Dreia stuck an invisible patch on her cut, “but to compare me to my mom—" “Oh, yeah. I’d probably be charged with murder if anyone tried to compare me to my dad.” Dreia said as she used a pair of tweezers to pick up another cotton ball and dunk it in the bottle of disinfectant. “Right? Like, my mom did everything to provide for me. She sacrificed her entire career just to have me. It would be an insult to compare me to her.” Astrid continued. Dreia paused and gave her a blank look. “No
Everyone has those days when everything just feels wrong.To Astrid, those days had become weeks and eventually, months. Since her break up with Jerome became public, it was like she had become completely irrelevant in the industry. Despite her best attempts in landing roles, going from one audition venue to another day after day, it just seemed like there was always someone better.This time, Astrid was sitting in a hallway, auditioning for an unknown production’s indie film. Or was it a student film? Either way, she needed to make bank somehow.So, there she was, sitting in a hallway along with three other hopefuls who took their own corners as they practiced their lines relentlessly—except for one. One girl stared at her with a scrutinizing gaze, making Astrid squirm slightly in her seat. If there’s one thing that she hated from her short-lived fame, it was the staring.Astrid tried to focus her attention on her screenplay, but she couldn’t help but steal a glance at the girl—only
By the first hour of the meeting, Astrid Yu has killed Jerome Young twenty-three times. In her head, of course. Kind of hard to commit a real murder when your showbiz ex-boyfriend literally has a lawyer by his side. Hell, Jerome was the reason Astrid was in a difficult position in the first place. Seated across each other with only a long table separating them and their representatives, Astrid would argue that they were in one of those reality TV shows that feature a couple that’s about to divorce. Astrid was even dressed for the part. She wore an all-black dress under a dark gray blazer —with the shoulder pads! She opted not to wear pearl accessories like the wives in the movies because she wanted to at least look humble when she rips Jerome into shreds. Only there were no cameras, no film crew, no directors yelling “Action!” across the room to signal the start of the scene. Just Jerome and his lawyer, and Astrid and her mother, in the middle of a legal meeting discussing a Non-Di
The scene starts in a meeting room with a long table at the center.Astrid Yu sits on one side while her showbiz ex-boyfriend, Jerome Young, sits on the other. Astrid's mother, Vivien Yu, discusses with Jerome's lawyer the terms and conditions entailed in the Non-Disclosure Agreement. A result of the love team's break up.Jerome’s lawyer talks about how this scandal would hurt not only the boy's career, but the studio as well. The executives only want to tie up loose ends before they start marketing Jerome's movie. However, Astrid is despondent to the situation. She doesn't speak or even look at anyone. Instead, she plays the scene of Jerome's betrayal in her head over and over.Before they could successfully wrap up the meeting, Astrid finally speaks. She agrees to sign the agreement, but in return, Jerome never gets to speak about her. Not in interviews, not in Facebook posts, nothing. It will be like she never existed.Vivien is visibly startled but quickly composes herself. She a