Hollywood: Lights, Ink, Entertainment!-Chapter 363: First Interview (2)

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The interview carried on at an easy, conversational pace, and somewhere between the second round of questions and the arrival of the food.

Naturally the tone softened into the lighter rhythm that meals tend to produce, where answers lengthen, jokes slip in more easily, and the structure of an interview dissolves into something closer to an actual conversation.

Kite eventually turned his attention to Zendaya, asking about Sakura and, more specifically, the unusual title of the film.

"So, Zendaya." Kite began, setting down his fork. "Let’s talk about Sakura. She’s obviously central to the story, but I have to start with the elephant in the room [I Want to Eat Your Pancreas] is probably one of the most unusual film titles I have encountered. What’s the story behind that?"

Zendaya smiled slightly before answering, clearly aware this question would appear somewhere near the top of the article. "Obviously it’s not meant literally - it’s a metaphor. In the script, it has major meaning, and would honestly let the audience experience it first hand."

She stopped there, deliberately.

That was as far as she was willing to go.

By now the public synopsis had already circulated in industry circles - a quiet story centered on two high school students.

"Wow." Tom said beside her, clearly impressed. "I genuinely thought you were about to explain the entire movie."

Zendaya turned her head slowly. "Tom." she said, perfectly calm. "I am not you."

He nodded thoughtfully. "That’s fair."

Then realization caught up. "Hey... that’s actually very rude."

Kite laughed openly.

"So you have learned the art of the strategic non-answer." Kite observed, looking at Zendaya with something like approval. "That’s a skill that usually takes actors years to develop."

"I learned from someone’s mistakes." Zendaya said, glancing briefly at Tom, who looked quietly pleased.

Most of Zendaya’s teasing about Tom’s tendency to overshare had been playful exaggeration - at least for the majority of production. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Until about a week ago.

Up until that point Tom hadn’t actually known the real ending of the film. He had been given a different one.

Regal had done it intentionally - partly because Tom had a reputation for accidentally revealing too much during conversations, and partly because the emotional truth of the story depended on the shock of discovery.

Exactly one week earlier Regal had finally told him the real ending, because they had reached the moment where Elliot learns about Sakura’s death, and they had to film that scene.

The truth of it had surprised Tom even though on some level he had already suspected the story might end with Sakura dying.

What he hadn’t expected was how it happened.

Everyone watching the film would assume Sakura eventually dies from her pancreatic illness. Instead she becomes the victim of a random stabbing - an abrupt act of violence foreshadowed only through faint background news reports scattered throughout the story.

The twist shifts the meaning of the entire narrative.

It isn’t just about illness. It’s about the fragile randomness of life itself - the uncomfortable truth that anyone can disappear at any moment, which means every ordinary day carries equal weight.

When Tom first learned the truth, his reaction had been exactly what Regal hoped for:

Shock, confusion and something close to devastation, and that emotional rupture had translated directly into performance.

There was a scene filmed shortly after the reveal where Elliot returns home after learning the news and collapses on the staircase outside his apartment.

Tom was supposed to stumble slightly as he climbed the stairs.

When he did, the fall looked so real that several people on set thought he had genuinely hurt himself.

It became one of the strongest performances of the entire production. Zendaya had even been a little jealous of how good it looked on camera.

Later they discovered the reason: Tom had actually slipped.

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They were halfway through their meals when Kite glanced at Zendaya with renewed curiosity. "I have to ask - and this is completely off-topic, but I saw you are verified on social media now. How does that feel?"

Zendaya blinked. "That’s... a very random question."

"I am curious about the experience of being young in this industry at this particular moment in time." Kite said. "Social media didn’t exist the way it does now even ten years ago. How do you navigate that?"

"Carefully." Zendaya said, then reconsidered. "Actually, I mostly don’t post much. I will share things when there’s a reason to, but I am not documenting my entire life for strangers to comment on."

"Smart." Kite observed.

"She is the smart one." Tom said. "I posted a picture of my breakfast last week and somehow started a debate about whether I was eating too much sugar."

"Obvioulsy... you posted a picture of pancakes covered in syrup and whipped cream." Zendaya pointed out.

Kite laughed. "Do you regret posting it?"

"No, because the pancakes were genuinely excellent and I refuse to be shamed for enjoying them." Tom said with surprising conviction. "Also, I deleted the app from my phone two days later because I realized I was checking it every five minutes to see if people were still arguing about breakfast, which felt like a sign I needed to step back."

"That’s actually very self-aware." Kite noted.

"I have my moments."

Regal had been quiet during this exchange, but now he spoke up. "Tom’s social media discipline has improved significantly since we started shooting."

"Only because you banned phones on set." Tom pointed out.

"I had no choice but banned phones because you were checking Twitter between takes."

Tom opened his mouth, closed it, then conceded: "Okay okay fair point."

Kite shifted his attention back to the table generally. "What about off the set? I am curious what the dynamic is like when you’re not filming."

"Completely normal." Tom said immediately.

"He is lying." Zendaya said just as quickly.

Tom turned to her. "I am not lying. We hang out, we get food, we run lines - that’s normal."

"You made me help you buy a birthday present for your brother." Zendaya said.

"That’s what friends do!"

"You didn’t know what size shoes he wore and tried to guess based on whether he seemed ’tall for his age.’"

Tom paused. "In my defense, that’s actually not an unreasonable metric—"

"He is twelve, Tom. Twelve-year-olds are all different sizes."

"Which is why I needed help!"

Regal was watching this with barely concealed amusement.

"We ended up buying him a book." Zendaya told Kite. "A safe choice that doesn’t require knowing measurements."

"It was a good book." Tom added. "He liked it."

Kite was thoroughly entertained now. "This sounds like a very functional partnership."

"We balance each other out." Zendaya said diplomatically. "Tom brings enthusiasm and I bring the ability to remember important details like shoe sizes and the fact that stores accept returns."

"I bring more than just enthusiasm." Tom protested.

"You are right." Zendaya agreed. "You also bring snacks. Good snacks, admittedly."

"Thank you."

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"I have heard." Kite said, glancing at his notes. "That music plays a significant role in the film. Will there be original songs?"

Regal nodded. "There will be one original track released in the coming weeks. We are currently finishing the arrangement."

Kite leaned forward slightly. "That’s exciting. Who’s performing it?"

Regal paused for a moment, then answered. "It’s written from the female lead’s perspective, and it will be performed by Zendaya."

Kite turned slowly toward her. "You’re singing?"

Zendaya gave a small nod. "Yes."

Tom blinked. "Wait... when did this happen? No one told me about that."

"There’s a reason you weren’t told." Zendaya replied.

Kite smiled. "I think I can guess that reason."

Tom pointed at him. "See? Even he knows I can’t be trusted with information."

Kite leaned back in his chair, clearly entertained. The kid, he decided, was going to make an excellent copy.

The waiter arrived with their entrees, and there was a natural pause as plates were distributed and everyone settled into the rhythm of actually eating rather than just talking over untouched food.

Kite took a bite, then looked at Tom with the kind of shift in energy that signaled a complete gear change. "Completely different topic - I heard you got lost on the lot during the first week. Is that true?"

Tom’s fork stopped halfway to his mouth. "Who told you that?"

"I have sources." Kite said innocently.

"It was the lot." Tom protested, setting his fork down. "Have you seen how big studio lots are? They’re like small cities. There are streets and buildings and those little golf cart things driving around, and nobody tells you that the soundstages aren’t numbered in any logical order—"

"Stage 3 is right next to Stage 12." Zendaya offered helpfully.

"Exactly! Stage 3 is next to Stage 12, which is across from Stage 7, and Stage 4 is somehow on the other side of the entire lot near craft services—"

"Which is probably why you found it eventually." Zendaya added.

Tom pointed at her. "I was looking for the rehearsal space, not craft services."

"And yet."

"I happened to pass craft services on the way to finding the rehearsal space."

"After forty-five minutes."

"It was a very indirect route."

Regal was smiling into his water glass, clearly remembering this.

"I actually agree with Tom on that." Samantha said. "A studio lot can be genuinely confusing if you’ve never worked on one before."

"Thank you, Samantha." Tom said gratefully.

"However." she continued. "Usually people ask for directions rather than wandering for forty-five minutes."

Kite was grinning now. "So what finally happened?"

"I found the rehearsal space." Tom said defensively.

"He called me." Zendaya corrected. "From in front of the commissary, asking if I knew where Stage 3 was, and I had to explain he’d walked past it twice."

"Once." Tom corrected. "I walked past it once. The second time doesn’t count because I was on the other side of the building."

"That’s still passing it."

"From a different angle."

Kite was writing this down, clearly delighted.

And with that, the conversation gradually came to an end, the check arrived, Samantha handled it with the efficiency of someone who’d done this a thousand times, and they all stood with the particular relief that comes from knowing an interview went well rather than disastrously.

"Thank you for your time." Kite said, shaking hands with each of them. "This was genuinely one of the more enjoyable interviews I have done in a while."

"Even with all my rambling?" Tom asked.

"Especially because of all your rambling." Kite confirmed. "Makes my job easier when people actually sound like humans instead of corporate spokespeople."

Tom looked unreasonably pleased by this.

They left in the same two cars they had arrived in, and as Regal and Samantha pulled away from the curb, she turned to him with an expression that was equal parts relief and amusement.

They drove in comfortable silence for a moment before Samantha asked. "Do you think Kite will write a good piece?"

"I think he will write an honest one." Regal said. "Which is better."

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[To be continued...]

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