The One Perfect Face (2/3)
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
To me, she wasn't just from this place, she was the place. I met her gaze when we stood face to face, her peering up at my ball cap and sunglasses, squinting in the sun, and she smiled. Her various teeth shone in the shadow of my body, and I knew that when I asked her, she would say yes.
And I was right. I was so elated, I hugged her, this perfect, breathtaking beauty, this stranger, and I couldn't wait to start working with her.
I took her hand and together we moved forward with my entourage, to the hotel, to sign her up and take some test shots. She had what I needed to turn this strong scene, the drinking contest outside the heroine's bar, into an unforgettable one. I only had two conditions: that she show up for all the shoots, and that she must not take a shower or bath until after her role was over. What nature had lain upon her skin and hair, let no one steal from my scene. It was, like her, ideal for what I needed.
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