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Go on. Speak.

Here's the platform.

Okay, fine.

For today's vlog,

to my ex-boss, Fredrico Go.

First of all, fuck you!

Second, you are bullshit!

That's okay, Gem.

I was only joking about additional pay because I always work overtime.

I'm broke.

How will I pay rent?

Don't let your boss exploit you!

To all the companies saying "we are one big family…"

Bullshit! That's bullshit.

We work so we can eat, to pay our rent.

Not to have another family.

Why would I want another family?

I can barely support my own family.

I should have just fucked up my job.

Fredrico Go, go to hell!

Hello guys, welcome to my vlog!

I'm with my girlfriend, Yara.

Hi, everybody.

Where do I look?

It's like I'm not looking at the camera.

Where's the… Here! Is it this?

She has no character development.

Who is she again?

All this for clout.

Hi, guys.

Sorry.

I already started crying.

Leech.

Frigging hell, Antony. Are you so busy you can't pick up?

Antony.

Hi.

Looks like you're busy.

I sent the costume over for later.

Hope you can make it.

It's weird if I'm alone in this costume.

Though it's pretty generic…

I really hope to see you later.

I miss you.

What the…

I'm sorry!

Sorry, sorry.

It's fine, fine.

Yes, it's fine.

She's just cleaning herself up.

Sorry.

I didn't wear the knockoff Harry Potter costume you sent.

Fuck you.

You thought we could be together?

What about what we discussed?

Nothing.

Friends.

Wow, okay.

And Cielo?

You just met her last week, through me.

Can't I like someone without thinking how it benefits me?

Be fucking real, Anton.

What?

Do you want me to say that I'm with her because she's an A-list actress?

Yes.

Well, I won't.

I'll say this, though.

Cielo…

she's so… down to earth.

She's likeable, funny.

God, she's beautiful.

She has this peace.

Even in her resting face.

And people don't think she's toxic.

Unlike me?

I didn't say that.

Your words.

Plus, your thing with Yara.

Look,

if people think you're a fake,

then what would that make us?

- I hope you get cancer. - You first.

Hey, guys!

Hey, love.

Hey, Gem.

Thanks again.

Of course.

I'm happy your costume's fine.

You're so sexy in it.

- Let's go? - Sure.

Gem, we have to go, but I'll see you…

Whenever!

Bye!

- Bye! See you! - Bye!

At least Jose Rizal has a girlfriend.

As for you, Gemma, you're the ultimate loser.

Oh.

Sorry.

- Sorry. - It's okay.

Can I have a beer please?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hi.

Hey.

Are we just gonna stare at each other?

What?

Are we just gonna stare all night?

James.

Gemma.

Gemma.

Wait, I think I know you.

You're the meme girl.

The one crying in the taxi.

I recognize you.

You really know how to ruin a moment.

And I thought you were staring because you found me pretty.

That too.

You? Who are you?

Honestly…

I don't know.

Corny.

But really, what do you do?

Well…

Musician?

Why do you sound unsure?

Musician.

There. Now, I'm sure.

Your matching costumes are cute.

Are you a couple?

Yes?

Yes!

- Yes! - Yes!

Can I take your picture?

Oh, wait.

Flowers for you, my love.

Or flower, because there's just one.

How sweet.

Wait.

Are you going to post that?

So, babe, you really love me, right?

Totally.

Oh, wow, totally.

You love me that much?

So, so much.

God!

Will anything beat that?

You really want to know?

Go on then, show me how much you love me.

Sure.

Punch that guy.

Who?

Him?

That slanty-eyed Edward Cullen?

Wait, you're serious?

I am.

Love isn't enough for me to do that.

So, tell me,

what would it take for you to do what I ask?

A MacBook.

Deal.

You're serious?

I'm serious.

- A MacBook, really? - Yes, a MacBook.

Deal.

Okay.

James?

Oh, my God!

- Who are you? - What's wrong with you?

Mess with Gemma again and that's not all you'll get!

Shit.

Hey, Gem. About last night.

I know the truth.

I'm sorry about you and Antony.

But whatever it is, I hope we can still be friends.

At least now you both get what you really want.

You're not forced to be with someone you don't really love.

FOOD IN THE FRIDGE. LOCK THE DOOR.

Wow.

There's a naked man in my house.

Someone's very, very serious.

Some people messaged me.

They're surprised I'm in a relationship.

And they're asking why I punched that famous influencer.

I don't know him.

Why did you do that last night?

Not the punch.

The stuff you made up.

Nothing.

It just happened.

Would you rather I said "because Gemma told me to"?

All this…

just because you became a meme?

Why does that sound like an insult?

It's not like that.

I'm really curious.

I just don't get it.

I'm not popular like you.

As if I got all this just because of a viral meme.

What really happened?

My ex took a video of me having a breakdown inside a cab

after I got fired because of my ass of a boss.

The vlogs at the start were just jokes.

People said I was relatable.

My narrative as a…

manic 20-something-year-old girl

beaten up by the world,

rebuilds herself and figures out adulting stuff.

Like taxes.

That was kind of my niche.

But I can only do the same thing for so long.

I had to keep changing.

But…

I'm not even sure that's still effective.

Are you happy?

I feel valued.

Suddenly, everyone's paying more attention to me.

I know it sounds shallow,

but I couldn't believe I hit one thousand subscribers back then.

Imagine. Each one of them is a real-life person.

And they spent their time watching me.

Very narcissistic, I know,

but still impressive, right?

It's been six years.

I'm almost 27.

How old are you?

Twenty-eight.

Just the other day.

Oh. Belated wishes.

Thank you.

Is this okay?

What is it for?

They're all curious about you for some reason.

You never know, it might help your music thingy.

My music thingy?

Yeah.

What are we?

Nothing.

Nothing?

As of now.

As of now.

So, before we start, what's our love story?

How did we meet?

In Baguio. Last May, on your birthday.

We don't remember the restaurant, but I remember the first time I saw you.

I approached you. You were charmed by my lame jokes.

Something clicked.

Et cetera, et cetera, and here we are.

What about you, how'd you fall for me?

I don't know.

It's hard to explain why I fall for someone.

But you knowing how to cook is a plus because of your culinary background.

I'm not a culinary grad.

Oh, sorry.

You shifted from that to business management,

then graduated with full regrets.

Now I don't know how to insert your musician side.

So what, is this music thing your hobby?

Hobby?

Isn't it just a hobby?

Fine.

What do you mean fine?

Did I hurt your feelings?

"Fine." Is that all you can say?

You're annoyed 'cause nobody listens to your stuff?

Okay, fine, so passion. Let's go with that. It's more fitting.

So, are you happy with your passion?

Quite happy.

Even if it's just for myself.

Of course, I'd like people to listen.

But since nobody does,

I wonder if it's bad music

or it's still worth making it.

Does the world need one more person like me?

Does the world need another Gemma Stone?

No.

It doesn't matter if the world needs me.

There's no shame in validation.

Don't worry, I'll make everyone appreciate you.

Right.

This is gold, actually. Let's use it later.

Is that really your name?

Gemma Stone?

Secret.

Stand over here.

Before we start, is that really off-limits?

I don't want to.

Okay, noted.

Noted.

Hello, my Gewels!

This is James.

James is my…

Who are you in my life again, James?

Boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

The way they look.

Grumpy today?

Let's kiss and make up, my love.

Hi, love.

Hi!

Wow, looking fresh!

What's this?

I didn't know there was a dress code. We're just eating at home.

I was drenched in sweat so I decided to change.

You got sweaty walking outside?

Climate change, Mom.

I dressed up because I wanted to make a good first impression.

You flatter me. Let's eat.

This is my specialty. Made with love.

It's delicious.

I can't remember the last time I ate a meal "made with love."

It's James's dad's recipe. He was a chef.

We encouraged James to follow in his footsteps, but...

But James is a slacker.

Only cares about his band, isn't even that good at it.

Just kidding.

You know, we used to call James "Daddy's little girl."

He was closer to his dad than his sisters ever were.

Every time they were mean to James, he would run to his dad and tell on them.

Mom, so emasculating.

No, I think it's cute.

What about you, Gemma? How are you and your parents?

Are you also Daddy's little girl?

They're both in the USA.

I'm an only child so they don't really have a choice.

What else do you do besides that?

What do you mean?

Your dreams, your goals, hobbies.

What do you want to achieve in life?

Nothing yet. Sorry.

Why are you apologizing?

There's nothing wrong with that.

It means you're still searching for it.

It's on video.

- Oh, video. - Hi! Hello!

Hi, my Gewels!

We're about to wash the dishes!

I can do this.

I'll take care of the rest of this.

James! I'm sorry, dear.

Okay.

You're good.

Your mom is cool.

She's okay with me taking videos.

And she's pretty.

I want to steal your mom 'cause your family's rich.

We're not rich.

Maybe back then.

With a house like this?

Mom wants to sell it so she can pay off her debts.

Then she'll move to the province and live with her siblings.

That's how you can afford to do your music thing

without having a regular job.

It's like you're saying I'm a bum.

I know it's funny to hear people call themselves freelance,

but I'm freelance.

A session musician.

And now I have a new job.

My boss is a vlogger.

She's okay.

A little abusive.

I hear the benefits are good.

Really?

Is it okay to ask?

What happened?

Lung cancer.

You were a cute baby.

Really?

You are cute!

How was your childhood?

I was a kid, small, Nothing much to say about it. Why?

I just want to know.

I hardly know anything about you.

You'll use it to blackmail me.

Yeah, to destroy you.

Hey, are you okay?

What?

What were we talking about?

The legend of Gemma Stone.

I'm kidding.

Are you okay?

It was a joke.

It's okay if you don't want to talk about it.

I'm going to regret this.

Here.

So we're even.

So there.

Just delete it.

Play me one of your songs.

You're sure?

They're corny.

Go ahead.

Give me main character syndrome.

I tried to write a love song.

Something different from what I used to write.

But this one isn't about you.

Who is it about?

Nobody. Just made it up.

I'll pretend it's about me.

Right.

Every night

I'm always wishing

For stars to shine

And to sleep beside you

I can take this journey

Through lonely and cold days

Just to come home and be with you

You're the warmth of my cold nights

Once lost in the blue ocean

The sweet embrace of darkness

And the light at the end of my day

You and only you

Are everything

I can really feel

The calm that you bring

The comfort in my heart

Knowing I'll never be lonely

Though I turned you away once

You pull me when they push me aside

You're the thrill that I don't want to go away

You're my resting place

The joy in my coming days

You and only you

Are my everything

My love may overflow

But everything I have is yours

Because you're my love

You and only you

Are everything

I used small moments together that we haven't used yet.

Simple, sincere.

Moments you want to stay in forever.

I feel like that fits the song better.

Because the song is too simple?

It's more intimate.

Our everyday moments.

I cherish those more.

More than our big trips.

Beautiful.

- Because I used your song? - Of course.

And because it's about you.

That's so romantic.

- So, you're in love already? - Hungry. You?

I'm okay.

I love you.

Again.

I love you.

One more time, with feeling.

What is this for?

I just want to hear it.

Your "I love you's" are not convincing enough.

I really love you.

You're staying right here.

Look at the time!

No, let's stay for a bit.

I thought you had other reasons for setting that up.

Crazy.

And I thought I was the fame whore.

Still nothing.

That's still something.

It's small. It's something.

I told you, just make music until something sticks.

I mean…

I'm free from the cult who has been following me all of my career

claiming I had two kids with a co-worker.

Come on.

Congrats, guys.

That ring is beautiful.

Yup.

Beat that, bitch.

Hey!

Honestly, it's just a ring.

God, I'm jealous.

I'm happy for the both of you.

I'm feeling the pressure now.

It's love.

It's love.

I'm sure James will one-up this.

I see your posts.

So romantic.

As long as my Gem is happy.

- I'm going to the toilet. - Okay, loves.

Excuse me, guys.

Excuse me. I'll just say hi to my friend.

Got to respect your effort in building him up.

Is he really like that?

So, no?

What about you?

It's love.

Yara!

God, I'm jealous.

I'm so happy for the both of you.

I feel pressured now.

I love you.

Gin and tonic, please.

Hi, Gemmy.

Hi.

Yolanda.

God, I hate that name.

I like it.

We both know you don't.

It's nice seeing you here.

So…

How are you?

- I haven't seen that top in a while. - Yeah.

And…

- How are you? - I'm fine. I'm good.

So, yeah, Gem. As I mentioned in my email,

I just really want to give you the courtesy of the call.

We decided to go with another route for the campaign.

Maybe the next one. Okay?

I'll talk to you soon. All right?

Thank you, Gem.

"Thank you, Gem."

Just asking what's available.

Why are you asking me?

Did your expectations for your album release fall flat?

I just want something new, Die.

I feel like a show dog here,

only allowed out of my cage to look cute on the Internet.

Must be hard to be caged in a nice house.

I think this house is haunted.

I don't know why she likes it here.

The rent's too steep and it's wiping out her savings.

A boyfriend who talks shit about his girlfriend.

Wait, I'll call you later.

Hey, wait a sec.

What do you need?

You think I have an ulterior motive?

Knowing you?

Knowing you, you still have that mentality.

You helped me have that mentality.

That sounded like we hate each other.

What's that?

Nothing.

What is it?

Just let me have a look!

Really, Gemma?

Congrats.

What? You think it means something?

When was this?

Recently.

It was Cielo's idea.

She wanted to include us.

A little clickbait.

What I saw wasn't just a little clickbait.

We were an important part of each other's lives,

but that doesn't matter anymore.

It's just a video, doesn't mean anything.

It's just for content.

For content.

Got it.

So, if you're in the area, drop by.

I'll buy snacks.

If you're far away, please don't bother spending cab money.

See you!

Hey, act a little excited.

At least, you've got a hype team for your guest performance.

At least now, I get some reactions to my original songs.

Well, you don't want to do what I suggested.

Gemma.

James.

Why are you forcing me to open up in front of the camera?

To look pathetic?

You don't want to open up to me,

so you might decide to open up if it'll benefit you.

You know I don't like talking about it but you want me to put it out there.

You're unbelievable.

All I'm saying

is people respond to art differently when there's a story.

Great art comes from great pain, like Kurt Cobain.

Fine. That's a bad example.

But look at Billie Eilish. She's still alive.

You get my point, right?

You're going to make my mental health a marketing strategy.

You know, James, people love an underdog.

You're working hard.

You got signed.

They're not gonna do much if you don't have clout.

Is this really for me or is it for you?

James, I just want to encourage you and your dreams.

It's the only way I know how to help because it worked for me.

Sorry.

Thank you.

I love you.

You, you, you

Are everything

That was our last song for tonight. Thank you!

And now for our next performer, April May July!

Hello! Thank you.

Of course, come on, let's take a photo together.

Take care!

Thanks for the energetic vibes.

What do you want me to do, Gemma?

Be fucking appreciative, James.

You're acting like a spoiled brat.

Hello!

Take care! Bye!

This James is a loser.

Gemma, go back to Yara.

Gemma?

Gemma!

Gemma?

Hi.

Who are you?

Gem?

This is Phoebe.

She's gonna help me with my stuff.

Pheebs.

What's happening?

Where are my things?

I sent them to your house.

Why?

Gemma, what's happening to you?

What is this shit?

Are we done?

Look, James.

I'm moving.

You know my situation, right?

I'm moving in with a…

With a friend for now while I look for a new place.

A simpler place.

What?

I'm tired of all of this, James.

I don't want to be with someone who doesn't appreciate what I do.

I want to live for myself now.

Gemma, please.

Gemma, why are you acting this way?

Aren't we going to talk about this?

You can't leave.

We should talk about this.

We should talk about this.

Talk to me, Gemma.

Tell me.

Tell me now.

Let's fix this, please.

It's not you.

It's me.

I'm sorry.

Plus, you're getting tired of me as well, right?

Look, Gemma.

You know that I love you, right?

I love you.

I've forgotten whatever it was we first agreed on.

I don't mind that any longer.

This is all real for me.

What about you?

Does this mean anything to you?

All of this…

has no meaning for you?

I love you, Gemma.

Happy birthday, James!

It's a prank.

Happy birthday, even if it's not your birthday.

But it isn't my birthday yet.

Your other friends couldn't make it to your actual birthday.

We can fix it in the edit.

Hi, my Gewels! Thanks for watching! I hope you enjoyed it!

In two nights, it'll be James's birthday meet and greet!

Happy birthday, love!

James, let's eat.

Let's eat.

I'm going home tomorrow.

Mom wants me to help her cook.

I can help.

What is it for?

Do your mom or sisters like ice cream?

Why ice cream?

Nothing. Just ice cream.

I just want to go home, Gemma.

That's why I'm telling you.

If that's what you want.

Is it good?

The truth? Or my biased answer?

The truth.

Doesn't have any taste.

Well, it was my mom's favorite.

I thought you'd appreciate it.

If someone else cooked it.

I know you're still mad at me.

I'm sorry.

I just thought it would be a funny prank. Sorry.

Why would you act like you're with someone else

and you're going to leave me,

and then sing happy birthday?

I don't get it.

Okay, fine.

Gotta admit I didn't think it through.

You could've just told me.

I'll play along.

I know that. I just...

What am I to you, Gemma?

Huh?

What do I mean to you?

Am I just a prop?

Prop?

That's how I feel.

That's what I am in your world.

It sounds bad if you put it that way, but I won't invalidate how you feel.

But is it my fault that's how you feel?

So it's my fault?

It's all my fault if I feel this way?

What is your problem?

Isn't it enough that my job description is Gemma's boyfriend?

To them, I'm only that.

Which you are.

What's wrong with that?

You know what, James,

I'm trying my best to be more than what you feel right now.

If you were a prop,

you'd be in the trash by now.

Well, thank you.

Thanks, indeed.

Thanks a lot, Gemma.

Sorry that your failed musician prop boyfriend

is not serving your image anymore.

Don't you dare deflect your disappointment on yourself to me.

Just because you can't get what you want.

I've only been supportive and helpful to you.

- You're the one who's apprehensive. - Fuck your support!

Support?

Fuck you!

Support?

You are forcing me to make a video

about my mental health.

Do you have any fucking clue what you want me to do?

You call that support?

Let's push it.

You want me to cut my wrists on camera?

It's just a fucking suggestion, James.

Is that the only thing I've done?

Did I force you?

Now it's my turn to ask a question.

At this point,

what am I to you?

What do you want to hear?

A fat wallet? A sugar mommy?

- What do you want? - Truth.

The truth, really? That's what you want to hear?

Okay, here's the truth.

I just went along with it

because I could use you.

For the money.

That's all you're capable of giving, right?

Money, that's all.

What else can you offer?

Fine, you have your pretty face.

And then, what else?

Who would fall for you and your attitude?

You're so fucking annoying, Gemma.

And you're so desperate too.

People only watch you because they pity you.

Because you're a miserable.

You have no dreams.

Your only achievement is that you had a breakdown in a taxi.

That's just what you are, Gemma

You're an asshole. Fuck you.

What about you?

What have you achieved? Becoming a leech?

I needed an idiot and I found you.

You boast about wanting to be a musician,

but you groan at the fact that you have to work for it.

Sorry if your shit songs aren't enough to get you noticed.

I honestly just felt bad for you.

Without me,

who would give a shit about you?

You're not a prop. Props are useful.

You're a charity case.

Now,

if you still want to enjoy what you enjoy, thanks to me,

you better start carrying your fucking weight.

Then don't eat it.

What's that for?

What do you think?

Are you going to help me?

Let's wait for nighttime. The lighting is better then.

I'll see you there!

As always, don't forget to like and hit the subscribe button.

Thank you.

Hi…

James.

I know you're enjoying your time with your family.

Hope you can come home tonight.

Come home here, I mean.

You're already in your actual home.

I just…

miss you.

And there's good food here. Promise. Please come.

Hey.

Hi.

You cooked that?

No.

Ordered it.

Where did you hide the cameras this time?

Nowhere.

What's this for?

For you.

Give me that.

I'm a vapid and dense person.

And I know every time I open my mouth, people think there's nothing in my brain.

I tried to not be that person,

but it's hard.

Because this is who I am.

There's nothing wrong with me.

You care about me.

Don't you?

So…

I just want to say that…

I want you.

I don't need you but I want you.

Even if you were a useless person, I'd still want you to be around.

James, I'm afraid of losing you.

But I don't know if it's because

I'm alone

or you're important to me.

That's it.

I just wanted to say sorry.

Sorry.

Is there anything you want to say?

I'm sorry too.

Let me see.

It tastes pretty good.

Didn't you mention that this helped you?

How nice of them.

Proof that they care, right?

Hey.

Hey.

You're so brave, and I'm so proud of you.

I also have the same thing and I know it's really hard.

If you need a support system,

I can give you my therapist's contact number.

If you want.

He has Gemma.

Well, yeah, but…

I'm okay.

Happy birthday.

Make a wish now, quick.

Thank you.

Thank you.

This evening is special

as it's the birthday of the person I love most.

The most caring person.

Most brave.

The person who has accepted me for who I am.

We've been through some rough times,

but I want you to know that

I'm always here for you.

I'm so lucky to be a part of your life.

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

You're one of a kind, Gemma.

I didn't expect this.

This isn't just an ordinary birthday for me.

This is the most special one

because I get to celebrate it with the love of my life,

Gemma.

These past few months have been very difficult for me.

But you were there all along.

You never gave up on me.

Thank you for that.

You all probably watched the video I posted the other day.

It wasn't easy for me to open up.

And I know

that some of you are going through the same thing.

I want to let you know that

you are not alone.

Do you want to know what I really am in Gemma's life?

A prop.

She said it herself,

that I was a prop she could throw in the trash

whenever she wanted.

Because I'm trash, right?

My music is trash,

my life is trash, my career is trash.

I wouldn't have a career if it wasn't for you.

I couldn't hope to be anything if it wasn't for her.

Nobody would give a crap if it wasn't for

the most relevant social media influencer,

content creator of the decade, Gemma Stone.

She created this world for herself.

This isn't for me.

All of this isn't for me. This is for her.

Making me feel guilty about being

useless, lazy and a burden

to her every single day.

Even if she can't clean her own house or cook for herself.

I'm her housekeeper and cook 'cause she don't know how to cook.

Her food vlogs? Fuck that.

She can't even cook a simple chicken soup.

For what?

All that to pressure me every single day

into doing all sorts of things to increase her fucking clout.

You can keep your clout.

I trusted you

with the one thing I didn't want to talk about.

What did you do?

You forced me to make that video,

and you made me open up for fucking mental health awareness shit

just so you could look like a lovable and supportive partner.

So you could please everybody.

I know that you know it was bullshit.

But you were right.

They talked about us.

Your engagement numbers went up.

It fucking worked.

You knew this was real for me right from the start.

Right from the start.

My mistake was

I hoped that you would love me too and it would become real for you too.

Because you only loved me if they loved me.

Hopefully, one day, after this world has spewed you out,

you wake up and realize

I was the only one

who truly cared about you.

Just so we're even,

I will tell them what you told me about yourself,

and why you are the way you are.

What?

Nothing.

Sorry.

Will you tell your mom about this?

I'll tell her we broke up.

I was an idiot.

I didn't deserve you.

Hi.

So…

Here we are.

By now, you must have heard about my relationship with James.

How the fake became real.

So I'm here today to tell you what happened.

What really happened.

That's all I can give you, right?