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OTA - All That Glitters
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prince_of_nymphsIt had all started just over a few weeks ago.
"You should do it," Jaxson had said. "You'd be mad not to. This is your chance- You're young, you're still pretty... Take it. You'll regret it if you don't."
The theatre director had turned up at his flat less than an hour before, already drunk, carrying a bottle of whiskey and a manilla envelope that had been carelessly ripped open. ...An envelope that held a script for a new BBC program, and a part that had been written with the young actor and play write in mind.
"You're just saying that because you're drunk," Fin had said, moving to sit beside him on the floor as he continued to flip through the script. ...He had to admit, it was really good. A period piece, all about reporters during world war two. It wasn't dry though, it had some real flavour to it- and the part they wanted him for was interesting. A young photographer who became a spy for the Germans. Part villain, part underdog... Jaxson was right. He'd be a fool to say no.
The audition had been the next day- More for show than anything else. By dinner he was singing a contract
Now, weeks later, there was a press release out and even publicity photos floating around. They were rushing the pilot out, and he'd found himself slightly shocked by the appearance of his face in one of the weekly rags.
"Bugger me," he said softly, only now realizing how big this thing might prove to be.
Magazine in hand, he sat down hard on a bench at the bus stop, staring at his own picture, and struggling with the reality of how fast his life was changing.
"You should do it," Jaxson had said. "You'd be mad not to. This is your chance- You're young, you're still pretty... Take it. You'll regret it if you don't."
The theatre director had turned up at his flat less than an hour before, already drunk, carrying a bottle of whiskey and a manilla envelope that had been carelessly ripped open. ...An envelope that held a script for a new BBC program, and a part that had been written with the young actor and play write in mind.
"You're just saying that because you're drunk," Fin had said, moving to sit beside him on the floor as he continued to flip through the script. ...He had to admit, it was really good. A period piece, all about reporters during world war two. It wasn't dry though, it had some real flavour to it- and the part they wanted him for was interesting. A young photographer who became a spy for the Germans. Part villain, part underdog... Jaxson was right. He'd be a fool to say no.
The audition had been the next day- More for show than anything else. By dinner he was singing a contract
Now, weeks later, there was a press release out and even publicity photos floating around. They were rushing the pilot out, and he'd found himself slightly shocked by the appearance of his face in one of the weekly rags.
"Bugger me," he said softly, only now realizing how big this thing might prove to be.
Magazine in hand, he sat down hard on a bench at the bus stop, staring at his own picture, and struggling with the reality of how fast his life was changing.
