“Alright everyone! We’re going to do a couple of still shoots first, then a few camera pans for bumpers. Ethan, you ready?”
“Sure.” Finn turned as quick as he could to see Ethan Teller step onto stage. But he wasn’t Ethan Teller anymore. Now, he wore a three quarter length cop jacket, which had been dirtied and damaged artistically, with dingy, black leather boots and a ripped, gray wife beater under it all. His prop gun, detailed down to the powder residue around the barrel, sat in his left hand. His dark hair was strewn about his face, his bangs dipped in water to make it look like he was sweating. That meek, helpless actor from that morning was completely gone. Now, Lazarus Hamish stood before Finn’s eyes, in all his sexy glory. Stepping onto the stage, Marty turned to the row of other
