All Chapters of Behind the Spotlight: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ethan’s POVLos Angeles, California – Golden Arc Awards NightThe image of me in the dressing room mirror looked exactly like the Hollywood hottie I was meant to be. My hair is just tousled enough to look effortless, my black suit is perfectly tailored, and a silver watch peeks out from my cuff.Regretfully, I detested everything.Another awards ceremony, another evening of acting as though I did not want to burn half of these people alive.I loosened my necktie and let out a slow breath. Just make it through the night. For the cameras, smile. Give the right hands a shake. Be as though you care.I was startled out of my reverie by a loud knock on the door."All set?" My agent Mason poked his head in. He was already browsing through his phone, most likely looking for the most recent PR calamity on Twitter."Do I have an option?" I whispered."Not unless you wish to be placed on a blacklist." At last, Mason raised his head. Additionally, please refrain from punching Julian tonight. We a

Ethan’s POVIt should have felt like a career milestone to land a leading role in a major LGBTQ+ romance movie.This type of opportunity shaped the careers of the majority of actors. an opportunity to contribute to something greater than themselves, something that might inspire viewers, shatter stereotypes, and possibly earn an Oscar nomination.However, for me?Now that I was forced to work with Julian Cross, that was all I could think about.Three days after the chemistry read, the formal call was made.At precisely 7:00 AM, my agent Lauren practically vibrated through the phone to call me."You got the part, Ethan! Julian and you—Before she could finish, I hung up.First Day of Filming: Table ReadI was fifteen minutes late to Silverlight Studios, partly due to traffic, but primarily because I had given calling in sick some serious thought.When I arrived, Julian was already seated at the table, sipping another cup of the pretentious artisanal coffee he always carried, and he look

Ethan’s POVIt was supposed to be simple to act.I had previously kissed people on-screen. I had previously experienced on-screen love. I have even shared sexy, heart-pounding moments with some of the most gorgeous celebrities in Hollywood.However, this?There was more to this.Because I had to pretend—no, persuade an entire audience—that I was in love with Julian Cross, who stood in front of me with half-lidded eyes and a smirk that was barely concealed by his carefully manicured face.Worse?I was secretly beginning to question whether it was all a lie.Chemistry, Lights, and CameraOur director, James Alden, paced in front of us and declared, "Okay, this is a big moment." "The kiss is not the only intimate moment in the scene. It is all about the build-up and the tension. The point at which your characters eventually cave in.Like experts, Julian and I nodded.Like two actors who would have no trouble completing this scene.As if we had not unintentionally contributed to dating ru

The following day, filming resumed, but the mood on set had changed.Since our heated exchange in my caravan, Julian and I had been able to keep our distance from one another, but I could sense him—his presence was unavoidable, like an electric charge in the air.The fact that everyone seemed to notice something different about our last take did not help either.The filmmaker had been overjoyed. "That was amazing! The tension and passion are just what we need.I had overheard some crew members whispering behind their clipboards and exchanging knowing glances. And now I could hear the buzz of excitement all around us as we stood under the bright set lights for another take of the same scene.They had an expectation.They hoped we would be able to re-capture the magic.I rolled my shoulders in an attempt to release the pressure of expectation. There was only a scene.It is just a scene.So why, as I looked directly into Julian's eyes, did my pulse pound in my throat?The Second Take: To

An industry party tonight felt more like a pressure cooker than I ever thought it would. As I moved through the crowd of Hollywood's elite, the lights, the music, and the incessant hum of laughter and conversation all blended together. The talk about our "chemistry" persisted like a tenacious stain even after everything that had transpired on set and the online backlash. It was now the story of the day, not just a rumour.As usual, I arrived fashionably late and slipped into a quiet corner of The Skyline's upscale rooftop bar. A false background of tranquilly was created by the soft murmur of conversation and the city lights that glowed like far-off stars. As I mentally readied myself for yet another round of public appearances that now felt more like interrogations, I gripped my drink tightly in an attempt to calm myself.Then I saw him, almost as if fate had drawn me to him. Julian.He had that alluring smile on his lips, his dark hair perfectly tousled, and he was laughing with a g