( broadwaychase )
He shook his head. “I’ll never understand the moviegoers. I go to movies to be entertained! They might not be my favorite, but I’d rather see one of those Tom Cruise movies than something made half a century ago with outdated themes.” Chase rolled his eyes again. “I wanna be an actor and all, but I’m gonna have to start taking up writing. With some of the shit that gets made, I’d have no problem.” Once his rant was over and done with, he focused his attention back on this Fox guy. He chuckled and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear - he needed to get it cut soon. “I just like good movies,” he smiled. He felt bad that he thought of his father as a mess, but also wondered what that was like because his parents seemed to be so squeaky clean. Sometimes he wished they weren’t, it would make things so much more fun. “Wait, what? Define famous?”
He couldn’t help that he was pretty much in love with the entire movie industry. The way films were made at least -- maybe not the politics. Fox shrugged. “I’m entertained by lots of things. Including those movies that make me think. I like both? But that’s just me. And there were a lot of movies with LGBT+ characters before the church protested it.” He shrugged again. Everyone had their own likes and dislikes. Fox wasn’t going to try and convince him otherwise. “I agree, good movies over movies that are shitty. Most of the films I like are kind of just a bit quirky. I like strange and unusual stuff. I think it matches my personality.” Fox adored his family, but it sucked waking up some mornings to see his father’s face on some tabloid for some stupid stunt he tried to pull while he was drinking. “I mean my mom’s a director and my dad’s an actor. Famous. He’s not like Brad Pitt famous or whatever, but he does have some fans. My older sister wants to go into theatre, I’m studying film, and my younger sister plans on doing animation.”












