brielarson I used to DJ. It was the “real” job that floated me while I auditioned for the movies I never got. Even during the filming of Short Term 12 I spun records at magazine parties and hotel bars on weekends because I couldn’t survive off of SAG minimum. I loved rare foreign covers of Beatles songs, Ye-Ye girls, and soul. Drunk dudes would request trap and I’d tell them “Sorry I only play vinyl.” I was hustling, but I got people dancing and hung with my other DJ friends. I’m grateful for where I am now, but want to give a toast to the life I lived before. To all the dreamers with day jobs, I see you, don’t give up. There is beauty in your journey. 🍻#fbf
Sometimes I have to remind myself that Namjoon started as an underground rapper and was recommended to bang pd, ridiculed for becoming an idol but carried on so his voice could be heard. How Hoseok started as a dancer and after listening to hip hop, came to love rapping. When they asked him to film an audition tape, they gave him a camera and came back 2 hours later to find him still filming, allowing him into the company on determination alone. How Yoongi was told by people around him that making a living off music is risky and that he’s not going to make it, to going underground, living off hardly anything and then coming 2nd place in bighits rap contest, earning him a place. How Jin was scouted off the street just because of his looks, chose bighit over SM and started with no experience to be where he is today. How Jimin chased his dream so much, with his parents backing him every step of the way, driving him all over everywhere to auditions. To only being a trainee for a year, never knowing if he was really going to debut but still sticking by it and carrying on. How Taehyung wasn’t even going to audition and just went to support a friend instead, but after being prompted by staff he auditioned and was the only one that day to make it through. How Jungkook had offers from 8 different entertainment companies, but chose bighit simply because he thought Namjoons rapping was cool.
It may seem like they all came together by some sort of fate, or a miracle, but it truly was their passion to succeed and make it within the industry, to allow 7 boys following the same dream to stand on stage together and say they’ve made it.
Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (side Liam Payne/Zayn Malik)
Rating: Mature to Explicit
Word Count: 110k
Harry’s one of Hollywood’s biggest actors, has made a name for himself in prestigious films and lives the life of a superstar. There’s just one thing missing to make it picture-perfect, but the one Harry’s in love with is completely out of reach for him. Enter Louis, one of Hollywood’s biggest actors himself, who just came out of the closet and taps new genres in the industry. When Louis sacks the role Harry auditioned for in Scorsese’s next big film, their irrational feud starts. Who could have guessed it would get even worse when for promo season, their teams decide to present them as a couple for publicity?
In short, Harry’s in love with someone and doesn’t care about dating anyone else, Louis never felt home in L.A., Liam writes love songs for someone he shouldn’t write love songs to, and Niall makes everything better with good food.
“I was naive. I was coming to Rome from a very little town. I was Catholic and truly believed that people were good. And I was seventeen. Everyone around me was talking about love, and being in love, so I wanted to experience it myself. I met him at an audition. Both of us wanted to be in films. He was thirty-eight: tall, very attractive, and working as a stuntman. He wanted to spend all his time with me. I thought I was in love. But after several months of living together, I began to realize that it wasn’t meant to be. But the more I withdrew, the more controlling he became. He went everywhere with me. He’d lock me in the house. Whenever he left town he’d take away my documents. And he warned me that if I ever left, he’d go back to my hometown and make a scandal. Reputation was something back then. So I was terrified. When nothing else worked, he would beat me. He was proud of it. He’d smile when someone noticed my bruises. For three years I lived like this. I came to believe that the only way to free myself was to kill him. But I didn’t want to go to jail, so instead I became very sweet and compliant. I convinced him that I loved him. And that I was happy with our life. So he became less guarded, and one day while he was at work, I took a taxi and escaped. From then on I started looking out for myself. I became cold and detached. I promised myself that I’d never fall in love again. And that if someone fell in love with me, I’d use them. And that’s why I’m a bitch.” (Rome, Italy)
feed the cat, wash the car, take a nap, call your mom, bake a pie, vacuum floors, learn to knit, mow the lawn, write your memoir, learn Chinese, briefly consider self taping audi—, call someone else’s mom, learn to juggle, polish the doorknobs, dust the mailbox, name your toes, feed the cat…