being every superhero in comic book kingdom. Imagined I was every spy in the world and every movie action hero in the last fifteen years, but only dreamed. And here, with one phony call, Em was close to actually getting an agent and fulfilling her fantasy.
Fat chance of that ever happening. No résumé, no head shots.
Here we were in the land of make-believe, pretending to be private investigators, pretending to solve a violent murder in Miami while pretending to be actress and her manager. We fit in very well.
The strip mall store advertised passport photos and head shots in their window. Five digital photos, ten copies, and we were out the door for fifty bucks. I could have done the same on my cell phone, but this guy seemed to know what agents wanted.
âThis is the style and these are the poses they look for,â he said. âAnd, lady, you are the real deal.â His eyes explored her body. âTheyâre looking for you.â He leered at Em, wetting his lips. âAnd, hey, if you ever want to do something a little racier, hereâs my card.â
We left, photos in my right hand, middle finger extended on my left hand.
A believable résumé was another thing.
Inside a FedEx office location, Em worked the Internet.
âHereâs a sample,â she pointed to the screen. âSort of a template. TV roles, movies, theater, commercials, training, and special skills.â
âWhy donât we start with the special skills,â I said. âThereâs that thing you do in the shower whenââ
âSeriously?â
âOkay, what kind of roles have you had?â
âHow about policewoman in
Deadline Miami
, recurring role?â
âWow. I like that. Youâre one of the background officers.â
âWhat else, Skip? You watch TV. There must be other obscure roles I could have had.â
âJames watches Ellen DeGeneres. Put down that you have played various characters in skits. You were a dancer, or you took one of the audience members on a crazy trip through Wal-Mart. Ellen does some bizarre stuff.â
âOkay, have I done theater?â
âSure. You were Off Broadway inââ and I realized I didnât know much about theater. âYou havenât done theater, except for playing the Ann-Margret role of Kim MacAfee in
Bye Bye Birdie
in high schoolâGod she had been sexy in that roleâbut you were a shopkeeper in
Entourage
, a waitress in
According to Jim
,â and so it went as we put together Emâs professional life. I had no idea if this agent would check on her, but the roles were sketchy, almost all just walk-ons, so I figured Kathy Bavely wouldnât look into Emâs background too hard.
Em had been girl number three in a Chiliâs ad, a surprised socialite in an Ashton Kutcher Nikon camera commercial, and sheâd even had a conversation with Chad in the Verizon television spots. Everyone important seemed to have hired her to represent their company, but she was almost always background. Barely recognizable.
Theater training was at a small community college in Miami, and I listed her as taking private lessons with a famous director who had died last year. They couldnât check on that.
âSpecial skills,â Em paused, âand not the one youâre thinking of,â she said.
âActing skills? You took ballet as a kid.â
âI dance pretty well. Weâll put it down. Anything else?â
âNothing I can think of. Other thanââ
âHow about firearms,â she said.
âFirearms?â I had no idea what she was talking about.
âYeah. I took a conceal and carry class two months ago. It turns out Iâm a pretty good shot.â
I was stunned.
âAnd when were you going to tell me this?â Was she making this up or did she really take the course?
âI donât know. It was eight hours and just one of those private things. I
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