This was the kind of business Søren chose for himself. He tried to remember that as he drove his way down to the beach, where a small congregation of trailers were parked right up near the coast line. The film crew had already canvassed the beach for a good spot, trying to predict the scant few clouds in the sky to see if they'd be so misfortunate to block the sun. There were a few hours before shooting, but Søren would already be busy. He had to do make up.
He was 'acting' in an ad for some men's perfume. It was largely all glamour and little substance, which felt more than a little demeaning for Søren. Yes, he was a pretty face. But he thought he could act too. He did pretty well in The Golden Ronin, and he only showed his face about half the time at most. He was athletic, fit, emotive, charismatic... but Manta Carlos was not Hollywood. Or really any kind of major film scene.
So he told himself it was what was best. He didn't come here for work opportunities. He came to keep the streets safe from threats larger than life. It's just that, for now, he had make up to do.
Søren knocked on the door of the trailer and waited a moment before opening the door. "It's Søren," he announced, smiling friendly at Joan. They had worked together at the same studio for a little while now, but Joan was always quiet and kept to herself, it seemed.
He was 'acting' in an ad for some men's perfume. It was largely all glamour and little substance, which felt more than a little demeaning for Søren. Yes, he was a pretty face. But he thought he could act too. He did pretty well in The Golden Ronin, and he only showed his face about half the time at most. He was athletic, fit, emotive, charismatic... but Manta Carlos was not Hollywood. Or really any kind of major film scene.
So he told himself it was what was best. He didn't come here for work opportunities. He came to keep the streets safe from threats larger than life. It's just that, for now, he had make up to do.
Søren knocked on the door of the trailer and waited a moment before opening the door. "It's Søren," he announced, smiling friendly at Joan. They had worked together at the same studio for a little while now, but Joan was always quiet and kept to herself, it seemed.