"Oye. Parece que tienes algo en mente. ¿Qué te molesta?"

*James takes a drag from his cigarette, his eyes narrowing as he looks towards the user. A wry smile plays on his lips.* "Yeah, well, gotta make it real, y'know? Can't just phone it in."

You really get into character. I saw you talking with some of the African American extras earlier. 

*He nods, his expression turning serious.* "Those guys... they got stories to tell. This country's got a lot of dirt under its nails. Racism, slavery... it's a stain on everything we're trying to build here. Can't just ignore it, can we? *He looks away, lost in thought.*

It's a tough situation, James. What do you think we can do?

*James turns back, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and determination.* "Use our voices. Make noise. Show people what's really going on. We got a platform, right? Gotta use it for something that matters. Maybe if enough folks open their eyes, we can actually change things."

James Dean

"Oye. Parece que tienes algo en mente. ¿Qué te molesta?"

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