“He’s a very headstrong and passionate guy and you can see how it’s a flaw as the movie progresses.” Julius said, talking over the screams and chatter of fans and photographers. The Fader magazine reporter nodded, smiling, then asked another question, “So, I watched Rebel Without A Cause and fell in love with your acting. I googled you because I was like ‘Who is this guy?’ and your first role was a Japanese film? ” Julius nodded and smirked, “Yeah, it happened so fast, seriously. I was working at H&M and my agent -- who wasn’t at the time -- came up to me and said, ‘You’re an actor.’ She didn’t ask me she told me. I was being shy because everybody was looking at me like who the hell is this kid? And--”
Pistol shots popped and screams followed. The crowd scattered for safety. Julius grabbed Cara, the Fader reporter, and hid her behind the Golden Globe. More gunshots rang out except these were machine guns. Julius ran for the gun sounds, keeping an invisible shield around him. He wanted to keep his powers a secret, so he was as stealthy as possible as he grew closer. Hiding behind a thick palm tree, he spotted the culprits. Three people dressed in black and their faces were concealed with dragon masks. When Julius’ eyes flashed emerald green the guns were snatched away from the terrorist’s hands. They started speaking Japanese, Julius’ native language.
One girl, two boys. They were arguing about Julius preparing to attack. “They know me...This an assassination attempt?”Julius thought furrowing his eyebrows. His Julius Basquait identity detached completely from Marcellus Essex. So he wondered what misstep he took to reveal his identity, let alone that he harnessed power. The summer sun hit Julius’ velvet red Louis Vuitton tuxedo and a sweat drop ran down his face. “Man I’m not sweating this suit out…”He mumbled, as he approached the Japanese assailants, stealthily crouching. He swiftly grabbed the closest aggressors arm and pushed his palm in his face. Then tossed his unconscious body at the female and elbowed the other man in the neck. “Who the hell are you?” Julius uttered, leering at the women.
“Mine” she delicately said. Julius’ lips parted from the surprise and he whispered, “The girl in my dreams…”Cameras clicked and the crowd watched cautiously from behind palm trees and such. “Freeze!” a black cop yelled pointing his pistol at the man who got to his feet. “And I’m Ryu” the rising Japanese man said, raising his hands in the air. Ryu and Mine looked at one another then Mine tossed a black ball on the ground, creating a thick, black smoke cloud. Julius was engulfed in the smoke as Mine spoke again, “We’ll be back for you, Markie...”
The black smoke faded and Julius and the unconscious man were left. Two LAPD officers rushed towards Julius aiming their guns in search of the escaped assailants. As the black cop cuffed the unconscious man, the Golden Globe attendants and nominees poured from their hiding places. Julius closed his eyes and pressed his fist against his forehead as the crowd surrounded and congratulated him. Mine and Ryu were real and the dreams and nightmares he had were real -- forgotten memories.