Loren Part 3

Chapter 257-2

Loren

Part 3

 

 

Mr. Tate came into the makeup trailer and he actually smiled when he said. “I like the changes, considering you are giving me what I want, which was Terry and his brother Jessie taking more of a lead than an extra. I think if we made it look like that Terry was in love with his teacher, and handed him love notes that it would still accomplish what we wanted, and still have Nate be the bad boy clean-cut jock with a dark secret. That way they both are in the same classroom together.”

Dad was about to say something, but Mom stopped him and said. “No that would ruin the surprise and ruin the whole idea of two people finding themselves. Mark and Nate need to set the scene as two boys that are so different that the love connection can be seen clearly. If Nate is already getting acquainted with the teacher it will state that he is gay, we don’t want fans turned off by the prospect when Mark and him kiss for the first time. We will lose them and the movie will be a flop. Not even your clients will want that to happen because many of them are trying to hide the truth that they prefer a boy over girls and young boys like Terry, Nate and Mark and many of our other boys as well.

“Then not only would we lose them we would lose our other half of the audience that wouldn’t feel comfortable or turned on by the fact that Nate character is gay. Hell if I was them I would walk out, knowing the rest of the movie, would be nothing more then boys having sex from one scene from another. We agreed that we could double our profits by shooting this moving using both sexes and interchanging them. Not exclude them. So you see Mr. Tate. If Nate came out of the closet from the beginning, we would lose our fan base.

“We wouldn’t be able to pay our clients the money they are investing in. Meaning you end up dead with your throat cut lying in a ditch somewhere. I thought you said you wanted to make tons of money. We will if we stick to what our public wants. You have seen the crowds today as they want to get a glimpse of our stars for the first time and they liked what they saw. You heard them all go wild, girls, boys and their parents. If we give them that old boring stuff that you been using without both parties evolved. Our money will dry up before we even show your clients the premier on Saturday and no one will buy it when it hits the market.

“Your days of making movies would be over before you can count your money, providing you live that long to count it when you give your clients a sneak preview before you show the finished product of what you intend to make as a new series. So go ahead and cut your own throat, but if you decide to back out now after we have spent a ton of money developing and marketing our movie we have agreed upon. Not too mention the cost we have put in to build our set here and other locations so we are closer to home. Then bow out now, and we will tear up your share of the contract and buy you out, and let you deal with your clients and explain to them that you quit and do not have the money to pay them.

“My husband and I can find a new director by the time you pack up your trailer, for we intend to make this movie with you or without you. So what’s going to be Mr. Tate do you stand by your product or ours? Knowing that your stuff, nobody wants and the moment ours hits the shelves for the first time. Yours will be collecting dust and you will be living on the streets within a month providing you even live that long.” Mom stood right up to his face standing over him as she stared him down waiting for his answer.

He said. “You know I can’t walkway, you made your point. I am holding you and Mr. Carrion accountable if this movie becomes a flop. I happen to know that being gay is actually a turn on for some of our clients, but as you say not all them are willing to admit it, and the ones that want both, are wanting something new and different. So I’ll compromise the scenes for now, and see where it takes us. We will let our clients decided if they like the direction we are going. But if they don’t Mrs. and Mr. Carrion I will do it my way because I am not going to lose my shirt or my life for your bad choices.

“Now we are short on time, we have wasted three hours today where we could be shooting. True you saved me a ton of editing and work by having our students show us what it looks like when they first arrive off the school buses and I thank you for it because without that we wouldn’t have the realness of a true school morning. 

"I want to take it from the top before I lose any more of the light; where Mark arrives on his expensive bike he has been working on over summer break and has just moved into our quiet little town of hell being added to the mayhem of his first day of class. Nate will be busy talking about his summer with the girls I assume, as the two boys first meet, but only enough to state they are interested in each other. Not in a gay way as you would have me believe. Is that satisfactory or do wish to change that scene as well?”

Mom backed away from him and nodded said. “I am good, boys I believe its show time.”

Franklin had just finished dying my hair, as I was being dressed as Mom added shoulder pads to my already bulging shoulders, beefing me up. She stood back and shook her head, and took them out, said. “I hate this Franklin; he just seems too ordinary that girls wouldn’t find him sexy enough.”

Franklin said. “We can put him in another shirt, and leave it half open, and have him carry his Letterman's jacket over his shoulder.” Mom picked out a shirt off the rack as I took off the jacket and my shirt again. Mom kept unbuttoning and re-buttoning my shirt and pulling out my shirt tails and then putting them back in. Loren came over and said. “No, he looks to… out of place, if he is supposed to be the clean-cut jock where Mark isn’t. What we need is a punch of bad… but not too bad.”

She looked around the trailer and spotting a gold chain, and army tags and combined them, and added class ring that was more for a girl then guy and hung it around my neck. Then ripped three then four buttons off my shirt and un-tucked it letting it hang at the sides. Then added a little hair spray messing up my hair a little, Mom leaned down and folded my jeans around my ankles. Loren said. “It’s the shoes that aren’t right,” having me takes them off, and then my socks trading them for some penny loafers instead and worn without socks.

Mom smiled. “Now he looks like a boy I would eat just by looking at him.”

Loren said, “But we need something that still says jock.” She took my high top sneakers had them hang outside my backpack. Completing the look,

Franklin licked his lips as he walked around me, said. “Now that’s what I call eye candy; just enough skin to show that there something worth unwrapping.”

Mom and Loren moved to Mark and they both shook their head said it’s the hair, the color is fine, but the length should be longer. Mom said yes, I think you’re right but not girlish long but boyish long. Mom reached into the wigs finding several long wigs and started to cut them then added them as extensions, only to tosses them. Franklin said, “may I.”

She said. “Please.” He grabbed a lighter hair wig and quickly shaped it to what Mom and Loren were looking for, said. “This will do in pinch; we will let his hair grow out and add extensions until then.” He would know considering he was gay.

Loren said. “Mark shake your head like this like you’re coming out of the shower.” He took him several tries and even then he couldn’t get it right.

Mr. Tate said coming back into the trailer. “We are losing daylight and we need Mark to be coming up the street in ten minutes. I only have time for two takes; I want the first scene….” He gasped when he saw me and Mark in full custom for the first time and licked his lips.

He said. “Now that’s what I call sexy but clean and very dirty. If I had boys that looked like that I would be bathing in money.”

Mom and Loren laughed, Loren said. “Glad you like it. Since we know how much you like boys over girls. Being I like both, and find them equally hot and sexy.” Mark quickly left as he was go-carted around the corner of the school where his bike was waiting. He had been practicing riding it since Monday. I quickly joined the other students finding my mark as the cheerleaders circled around me on the steps of the school building.

The school was an old two and a half story building, made out sandstone brick which had been cleaned to look like it was not as old as other schools. Considering they don’t build these kinds anymore, because they weren’t earthquake proof nor did it hold the students like the new ones, nor did they provide for students that are wheelchair bound. All the windows had been replaced and so had the name of the school to Beingum High School Home of the Wolverines. Our school colors were red, and black and gold. As the flag with wolfs head was hung on the top of the flag pole with the American flag. 

Mr. Tate yelled. “Quiet on the set,” as the fans were pushed back out of the way for the cameras as the student body mingled about on the lawn and moved inside the building in small groups then moved to the gym. As they had picked numbers who was going to be chosen to fill the classroom where the next scene would take place, everyone else would be moving up and down the hall as if finding their classes.

After Mr. Tate said quiet on the set I leaned back against the building by placing my backpack on the ground beside me as I watched Loren come off the bus in her cheerleading uniform that matched Cindy and Fran’s. Other girls were also similarly dressed as it was game day which was usually held on Friday for the big pep rally. The girls had been working on the routine for weeks. Stringum insisted on an actual school day to sell the idea that this was everyday life.

Mr. Tate had argued about it, but in the end, he finally agreed, being as Mom overrode him when and where he wanted to implant a sex scene. Not telling him that most of his scenes would never be seen, as I have mentioned two different movies.

You could hear Mark arriving in the distance as he did a quick wheelie onto the sidewalk and did half turn around the flag pole as he skidded into place on his mark turning off his bike. The bike he rode wasn’t the same one he had been practicing on it was Harley Davidson painted in high gloss black with flames on the gas tank sides and all silver chrome. Everyone gasped as he took off his black biker's helmet.

Watching his long auburn hair twist as he leaned his head back slowly as the cameras took a closer look as the girl’s caught the look of his bad boy character for the first time.  He looked amazing in his black biker’s jacket with leather tassels on the shoulders, and cross bone skull on the back painted in silver.

He quickly flipped his hair back letting the sun rays shine bright. As placed his helmet on the handlebars and straightened his tight jeans and pulling the ends out of his black faded biker boots, folding the ends turned inside out. Bending over just enough to show he liked the girls looking at his tight a*s as he grabbed his backpack from the back of his bike. Then locking it up to the flag pole; he opened his jacket and took it off and slung it over his right shoulder causing his fade gray shirt with band of Kiss on the front of his shirt; finding a large silver buckle clasped to his black leather belt with several silver spike points along the width of his belt.

Allowing his shirt to lift up midway showing off his tight abs and tan golden skin, as it settled neatly loose around him being not too short but comfortable.  On his right arm were large sailor’s tattoo of a ship's anchor and mermaid warped around it.

He then reached into his pocket and lifted a cigarette out of the package and scratched a match on the side of the flag pole and leaned against his bike. As in disrespect of our school lighting it just enough to give a couple of puffs eyeing the school then me. Giving me a slight nod; clearly stating that he had just replaced me of being the cool kid in school causing everyone to look at him instead of me. Then dropped his cigarette onto the ground and squished it with his right boot, again disrespecting our school.

Mom hated the idea of Mark smoking, but Stringum and Mr. Tate stated that it was necessary if he was going to be the bad boy, he needed to do it show that he didn’t care about rules or anyone. Mom compromised by replacing the real cigarette with fakes one, but they couldn’t work out how to make it burn or smoke. Mom said fine, but only one, he could chew on a toothpick and make it cinnamon so it cuts the taste out of his mouth.

There is no way she was allowing anyone to kiss him with cigarette breath. The bell rang telling us we had 15 minutes to get to class before we would be counted as tardy. The moment I entered the building with my arms around the girl’s waist as we walked inside the door to our mark, Mr. Tate yelled, “cut and mark.”