At first I had misgivings. I wasn’t convinced Jake’s plan would work, revive my career, and help me get Alec back in the process.
One night I expressed these reservations to Jake. He was lounging on the couch, sipping a Manhattan. I was pacing back and forth in front of him.
In playing a character, I always adhered to the character’s arc—his journey through the story. By the time I’d carefully studied the script and made note of every nuance I could add to the part, I felt I knew this fictional person intimately, right down to the sexy boxers he wore under his trousers.
Maybe it was just jitters, but I couldn’t shake the feeling something would go wrong.
“You’ll be fine, Harry. You’ll see.”
“I don’t like it.” I stopped pacing, walked over to the couch, and started to sit down. Jake ha
