“Sure, but.”I’d been missing it for years, but my taps had stayed in my closet.
“I can’t make any promises,” he said, “but what if I could get you a part dancing in this movie I’m in?”
“It’s a dance movie?”
“No.It’s a drama, but I know the guy who’s directing it, and he does rewrites during filming all the time.I think I can talk him into making a part for you.”
“Why would he do that?”
“I’ll ask him.I’ll show him your DVD.”
“Why would he do that for you, Eddie?Wait—is that director the hot director?Jack?”
“That’s him.”
“What are you gonna tell him?‘Hey, Jack, you know that guy I turned you down for?He hasn’t danced in years, and he can’t act, but could you put him in your movie that has nothing to do with dancing?’”
“Trust me,” he said.“Jack doesn’t hold grudges, and he loves a challenge.”
“I don’t know.”I felt uneasy.“It’ll interfere with my job.”
“Not if you’ve only got one scene.They can shoot around your schedule.It’d take a day or two.”He clasped my shoulders and looked into my eyes with this expression that had so much feeling, it was hard to take.“You’re a fucking genius.Do you not get how special you are?Don’t keep it to yourself.”
I couldn’t turn him down when he asked me like that.“You really think this Jack guy would consider it?”
“Only way to know is to ask.I can set up a meeting for the three of us.He’ll want to see you in person.”
“That won’t be awkward.Hi, Jack.I’m dating the guy you just asked out.”
“He’s a professional.”He leaned in and kissed me.It wasn’t a hot kiss.It was an I-love-you kiss, and it made all my joints weak.“Do it for me, huh?It’d make me happy.”
I laughed.“Well, if it makes you happy, I can’t say no, can I, you lil shit?”
Chapter Sixteen: Mr.Nightmare
Iwas not looking forwardto meeting Jack, for lots of reasons.
