Promises To Be Kept.

Owen walked along the busy halls of his current film set, having just finished recording a scene from his movie which was set to come out sometime in December. As he passed the crew and extras, he greeted them with a nod or a wave, not failing to notice how the extras and some of the staff looked at him with admiration. It made him chuckle, realizing how far he had come from the small role of a high school boy that was just passing by in the background. “Owen,” The sound of his name snapped him out of his thoughts and he turned, a smile automatically forming on his lips when he saw the source. “Alistair, what’s up?” His manager beckoned him over at his question, bringing his voice to a whisper when Owen got closer. “You got a call.” A call? Owen narrowed his eyes. Why was there any need to whisper over a call? “From who?” He asked. Alistair didn’t respond immediately. In fact, he didn’t respond at all and instead, he grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him along. They went into Owen’s