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Jason Clarke was half-way through the best day of his admittedly short career as an actor. After the normal routine of putting in his dues as an extra, in commercials, and even a few indie movies that had painfully minimal art house releases, he'd finally scored a speaking role on Crime & Justice. Hell, even his grandparents watched it. This was a real acting job he could be proud of. Though, it was short. Just a day gig. His first scene with the lead investigators interviewing him had already been finished this morning.
The young actor didn't even know the full storyline. Hollywood worked like that. Jason knew he wasn't important, so there was no need to print and send out the entire script to every actor called in for each show. He'd learned his lines well, though. For 2 days, he kept the script out and repeated his lines while he ran on the ellipse machine. This opportunity was not something to take lightly. And his effort had paid off. His scene this morning had gone well, everyone said. Well, he didn't have to redo it 5 times, so it was good enough for a tv drama that had been on for over 20 years.
Jason's first scene started in a pool. It was the gym at his character's company or something. He was playing an intern, and the lead detectives found him to ask about the suspicious suicide of his boss's wife. Jason knew why he got parts. It was his looks. It was pretty obvious he was hired for a little skin to titillate the housewives that watched the show. In his scene, the police stopped him during a swim lap, then he got out of the pool and had a few lines shirtless and wet before toweling off and putting on a hoodie. But he got to talk, which was better anything else he'd done for tv. It proved he was at least an adequate actor and would hopefully lead to more speaking parts.
Unfortunately for Jason and his character, he was dead in the scene they were about to shoot. Jason didn't know why, but it didn't matter as he had nothing to do but lay there and hold his breath. It was sort of a joke that every aspiring actor had to play a corpse on a cop show at least once. And for Jason, that was today.
Shooting his morgue scene happened after lunch, but Jason had skipped it because he didn't want anything in his stomach possibly causing discomfort or even a burp. Of course, he didn't get a trailer, but he did have something akin to a small hotel room without a bed. There was a makeup table, not that he did his own, a couch, closet, and small bathroom with a shower stall. Jason would be getting some body makeup to play dead, and the studio was reasonable enough to not expect those actors to drive home like that.
Jason took off his shirt and looked in the large mirror. His sculpted body showed every hour he spent playing sports in high school and every hour he put into the gym since. His body and face were what Hollywood wanted. Jason sported firm round shoulders, wide smooth pecs, and arms that stretched every shirt wardrobe had ever put him in. Below, his abs were cut with the start of the last lines of an 8-pack below his belly button. Stubble shaded his strong masculine jaw, and his dark hair was still slicked back casually from getting out of the pool earlier.
There was no one else around, so Jason casually stripped off his athletic shorts, keeping on his briefs. There was a plush white robe provided, so Jason wrapped that around himself and tied it off, then headed out of his dressing room. He knew where make-up was from earlier in the day, so he headed down the hallways with bustling PAs and other assistants to go get his dead make-up started. He'd had one job getting body-painted for a product release party, and he figured it would be something like that, but less creative and more corpse.
The young actor didn't even know the full storyline. Hollywood worked like that. Jason knew he wasn't important, so there was no need to print and send out the entire script to every actor called in for each show. He'd learned his lines well, though. For 2 days, he kept the script out and repeated his lines while he ran on the ellipse machine. This opportunity was not something to take lightly. And his effort had paid off. His scene this morning had gone well, everyone said. Well, he didn't have to redo it 5 times, so it was good enough for a tv drama that had been on for over 20 years.
Jason's first scene started in a pool. It was the gym at his character's company or something. He was playing an intern, and the lead detectives found him to ask about the suspicious suicide of his boss's wife. Jason knew why he got parts. It was his looks. It was pretty obvious he was hired for a little skin to titillate the housewives that watched the show. In his scene, the police stopped him during a swim lap, then he got out of the pool and had a few lines shirtless and wet before toweling off and putting on a hoodie. But he got to talk, which was better anything else he'd done for tv. It proved he was at least an adequate actor and would hopefully lead to more speaking parts.
Unfortunately for Jason and his character, he was dead in the scene they were about to shoot. Jason didn't know why, but it didn't matter as he had nothing to do but lay there and hold his breath. It was sort of a joke that every aspiring actor had to play a corpse on a cop show at least once. And for Jason, that was today.
Shooting his morgue scene happened after lunch, but Jason had skipped it because he didn't want anything in his stomach possibly causing discomfort or even a burp. Of course, he didn't get a trailer, but he did have something akin to a small hotel room without a bed. There was a makeup table, not that he did his own, a couch, closet, and small bathroom with a shower stall. Jason would be getting some body makeup to play dead, and the studio was reasonable enough to not expect those actors to drive home like that.
Jason took off his shirt and looked in the large mirror. His sculpted body showed every hour he spent playing sports in high school and every hour he put into the gym since. His body and face were what Hollywood wanted. Jason sported firm round shoulders, wide smooth pecs, and arms that stretched every shirt wardrobe had ever put him in. Below, his abs were cut with the start of the last lines of an 8-pack below his belly button. Stubble shaded his strong masculine jaw, and his dark hair was still slicked back casually from getting out of the pool earlier.
There was no one else around, so Jason casually stripped off his athletic shorts, keeping on his briefs. There was a plush white robe provided, so Jason wrapped that around himself and tied it off, then headed out of his dressing room. He knew where make-up was from earlier in the day, so he headed down the hallways with bustling PAs and other assistants to go get his dead make-up started. He'd had one job getting body-painted for a product release party, and he figured it would be something like that, but less creative and more corpse.