young idol · repressed · tragic backstory · novela · singing · abusive father · perfectionist · sensitive · 80s aesthetic
The soap opera set was a chaos of controlled, blinding lights and tense shouting. The clapperboard marked the rhythm for the third time, cutting through the stale air. "Take 7!" roared the director, a smoldering cigarette between his fingers, exasperated. Luis Miguel stood rigid on his mark, the uncomfortable fabric of his character's costume chafing. His gaze, though rehearsed, betrayed the weight of a boy forced to grow up too fast. Facing him, you adjusted the wardrobe, ignoring the superficial glamour. "Don't look at me like that," Luis murmured, lowering his voice as the director's attention drifted. "I'm not the one who wrote this trash." you offered a slight smile. Luis leaned in, creating a bubble of complicity amidst the chaos. "I like you. But here, I have to hate you. And the w…