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Fake Blood

“All that blood looks good on you, really brings out your eyes.” Manuel tossed his rag aside.

“Right, it’ll be in all the winter fashion magazines. I’ll start a new trend.” The actress barely moved from her chair and waved for the assistant. The clumsy twenty something ran over quick to give her a small sip of water from a straw.

Manuel shooed him away, “Okay Charlene, we’ll need to let some of the glue dry. Think you could hang tight in your dressing room until they call?”

“Guess I’ll have to. There’s a tour soon and they don’t want the fans to see that it’s me they’re killing off.” The actress stood up carefully. “Suppose I’ll just go watch TV or something. Come on Mike, keep me company.”

Manuel watched the two leave his trailer from the backdoor, the assistant mumbling that his name wasn’t Mike. He began cleaning up his pencils and paintbrushes, screwing the caps back on the fake blood containers and putting sponges near the sink. His next appointment was going to be the triplets from “The Sisters.” He knew that he was in for a rough afternoon, but at least the makeup wasn’t so extensive as Charlene’s. 

A couple hours later Manuel heard a knock on his trailer door. He had done the triplets makeup and a retouch on Jose from the buddy cop movie and was just cleaning up before heading home. “Just a minute!”

“Mr. Cheve we need to speak to you.” It was a voice Manuel didn’t recognize. He put his rag down and opened the door to find the director of the Zombie Show and a police officer. 

“Can I help you, fellas?”

“We’re aware that you’re the last person to see Charlene Bernese this morning, we’d like to ask you a few questions.” The officer said politely.

“Last person? She didn’t make it to the set?”

The director sighed. “Unfortunately not.”

“Do you mind if I come in and look around?” The officer already began up the steps, he was determined.

“Please, by all means. So what happened?” Manuel stepped to the side so the two men could enter.

The officer didn’t say a word. He put on gloves and began searching the makeup desk. It seemed he was looking for something in particular.

Manuel turned to the director. “Mr. Jefferies, what’s going on? Where is Charlene?” 

The director let out a sob he had been holding in. Once he gained composure he sighed again. “They found her when she didn’t show up to set on time. In her trailer, the TV was on, she was sitting in front of it. Face was mangled and blood everywhere.”

“Special effects, that was my job today.” Manuel was confused, his orders were to make it look like She had been almost eaten by a bear.

The officer found what he was looking for. “Sir, we’re going to need to take this in.”

“My fake blood, why?”

“The blood found on Charlene was not special effects blood. I’m going to need  to take you in for  questioning as well. The blood was her own, we believe this is hers as well.” The officer put the jar in a plastic bag and held out cuffs.

“She left my trailer with her assistant, Mike or something. Are you sure he didn’t have anything to do with this? All I did was apply makeup like I was ordered to do by you Mr. Jefferies!” Manuel was becoming upset. He had been in his trailer all day.

“She didn’t have an assistant, Manuel. You’re the last person to see her alive.”

The officer motioned for all of them to leave the trailer. “As of right now Mr. Cheve, you’re the last person to see Charlene Bernese alive.”


Film project: Untitled (Part 1)

I stared out the window to the school yard as the principal and superintendent read from my portfolio. The grass was bright green and ready to be cut. The sill to the window was covered in books about education. One in particular read “Foundations of Education: Where the Hell Do You Start?” It was interesting, this was my cue that the principal was a forward type of guy who would accept my proposal.

“Where do you plan on getting these kids, Nigel?” The superintendent gave me a start. He was leaned up against half shelf bookcase behind the principal’s desk. Legs crossed and arms folded while holding a copy of the portfolio.

“It would be a simple audition, obviously from outside the area.” I looked over at the both of them hoping for approving looks.

“How do you simply audition children for this type of job? Do you plan on paying them?” The principal continued to stare at my work, almost puzzled.

“Of course, they would be paid just like any normal actor. Obviously without the big bill, this isn’t Anna Kendrick or anything. I don’t want to use big names since I want the real life experience. You can’t do real life like reality TV shows, they just end up scripted. The auditions will just be me sitting down with the students, talking to them. More like an interview.” These things were covered in the portfolio, which made me wonder how much of it they had been reading or if they were just skimming.

“But how do you know.” The principal had at least seemed interested.

“I’ll just know. You two can be there to interview them yourselves. I want you just as much part of this. That way, you’ll know a good fit for your school.”

“Ooh, I like that George.” The principal looked at the superintendent.

“Are we also going to be looking at their school records?” The superintendent seemed still uncertain about my proposal.

“That could be arranged. Though I do not want to discriminate a child for their grades.”

“That’s true George, he wants real people for a real project. Can’t just pick the cream of the crop purely for state standard requirements. Nigel, you have my approval. When were you planning on doing these interview auditions and where?”

“Hold on a minute Henry, I have not given my stamp. How do you plan on videoing these kids without their knowledge?” The superintendent slapped the portfolio on the desk and shifted his legs.

“I have funding for what is essentially spy glasses. They’ll be made for the children’s prescription and just look like normal glasses. They will know what is going on, since I haven’t figured out how to do without them knowing. Suggestions welcome.” I laughed. I knew that was an impossibility. These children would be interviewed for an acting job, there was no other way around it.

“You will be contributing to the school right?” Henry suddenly seemed skeptical.

“Of course, though I would suggest not fully until the project is over. I thought about donating some benches or what-have-you until the movie has been released. I don’t want any student being suspicious. That also brings me to another point, if you haven’t read, I would like to be put on staff so I can be where the action is.” I straightened up a little in my chair.

“You’ll have to go through the necessary paperwork for that Nigel.” George stood now arms folded.

“Yes, yes George. I’ll get him the paperwork.”

“Alright then Nigel, I’ll approve this for now, but I will be keeping a watchful eye on you.” The superintendent started for the door.

“Thank you, George. I’ll promise not to let you down.” I went in for a handshake but he continued out the door.

“He’s an interesting fellow. Now, let’s get you that paperwork. How about Janitor? (He leaned into the phone and pressed a button) ‘Nikki, could you get me an application to the janitor position?’ That’s about the only thing we have at the moment. What about camera crews? When would you like to do the interview? The new school season is upon us you know.” The principal flowed, he seemed happy with the project now. I, myself, was ecstatic.