After adding a few slight modifications to the actresses' face(a slightly more bulbous nose, a slightly darker shade of blonde hair, brown eyes instead of blue) and body(slightly more fit, less soft), Shawn admired himself in the mirror before deciding to go to the gym. He looks in his closet for his spare sets of women's clothing, and pulls out a simple T-Shirt with the design of a famous jazz musician on it and some yoga pants.
At the gym, he spends a good three hours there working on cardio and lifting weights. There are an equal mix of men and women with him at the gym, but Shawn has other things on his mind besides trying to get dates(such as trying to pay the bills). At the end of his routine, Shawn gets a message on his cell from Rebecca.
"Shawn, the audition schedule has been bumped to 4:00 P.M! Stop by the studio office right away. I'm already there."
"Oh great" said Shawn to himself. He looked at the time. It was 3:30 P.M. How was he going to do this with running a red light?
"Oh well, I guess I'll just have to risk it."
Shawn ran out the gym doors, jumped into his car, and sped down the congested streets as fast as his car could. Making use of side streets, he barely managed to get there five minutes before the meeting. His heart was pumping, he was sweaty, and he looked like a hot mess. How was he going to impress these bigwigs now?!
Nervously, he went inside of the huge building of glass and went up to the secretary in the lobby and before he could even say anything the secretary bluntly asked, "You the stunt girl for the 5:00 meeting?". A little thrown off by the harshness. Shawn simply nodded his head. "Through the elevator doors, go to the 8th floor to room 802. They're waiting on you."
Not wanting to keep them waiting any longer Shawn followed the no nonsense secretary's orders and after receiving some more directions from a very friendly (and probably horny) janitor, he made his way to the meeting room. The first thing Shawn felt upon entering the room was under-dressed. In the room was a youngish(Shawn guessed maybe a year or two older than him) attractive Mexican man in a dapper suit behind a table, and in front of the table were two chairs, one of which was occupied by Rebecca. The man stood up and extended his hand to Shawn, "Ms. Dowe, I'm the director Alexi Salazar . I'd like to thank you for agreeing to be a part of our film."
"It's no problem whatsoever." Shawn says assuming that he was the Ms. Dowe. Looking to Rebecca he saw her flash a message on her phone when Alexi was sitting down that simply said 'Shelly Dowe'. Well, it's nice to know this body's name, Shawn thought as he sat down. "Now, Ms. Dowe, you were given this interview because your agent here assured us that you would be able to perform whatever stunts we require without question."
"That is correct sir." Shawn said confidently.
"Fantastic, now if you could please show me your stunt reel."
"Excuse me?" Shawn said confused.
"Your stunt reel, you didn't expect me to just hand you a contract without seeing a stunt reel. I mean you do have the look but I can't just hire you based on look alone, we're going to have some dangerous stunts going on with realistic weapons and real fire. I have to know you won't be a liability. Now if you could show me your stunt reel."
"I was not told this. We need time to prepare one." Rebecca said clearly flustered at this news.
"Is this some sort of joke Ms. Perry? I was giving your client this chance partially as a favor and you don't even have the basic knowledge of what you're doing? What kind of scam are you running?" Alexi said to Rebecca practically dressing her down verbally.
"I...I'm not..." Rebecca was so shaken she could hardly speak. Seeing his cousin in trouble Shawn stood up and walked to the door. "Excuse me Ms. Dowe. Where are you going?"
"You'll see." Shawn said angrily, he walked down the hall and grabbed the mop the janitor was using and walked back into the meeting. Before Artie could ask what he was doing with the mop Shawn broke the mop over his knee and then proceeded to do a minute long choreographed fight scene that with his body really looked like a beautifully dangerous dance. He ended the 'scene' by throwing each end of the mop right by each of the director's ears. Shawn just stood there calmly while his heart raced hoping he'd taken the right approach. The director gulped and meekly said, "You're hired." As he pushed the final contract to Rebecca and Shawn's end of the table. "You start next week, you'll be learning the stunts for a week before we start filming the scenes you are stunting for."
"Thank you very much Mr. Fowler." Shawn said as he signed Shelly Dowe on the dotted line and made his way to the door.
***
At Rebecca's "office" later on(8:00 PM):
Shawn and Rebecca eat pizza while going over the finer points of the job the former just signed up for.
"So who is this chick I'm stunting for anyway?"
"Her name is Phoebe Pfister" answered Rebecca. "She's been in a few well regarded indie movies as well as some theater, and now she wants to spread her wings by trying out a big budget film."
"How old is she, about 19?"
"Nah, she's the same age as you."
"Well I've never heard of her."
"You don't have the money to see a lot of movies, Shelly."
"Touche."
"Thanks again for all of this, Becca."
"No problem. So what do you want to do afterwards? Go home?"
"Nah, I'm bored. You think of something, and I'll tag along."
"How about a celebratory drink for your first major job?"
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