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I had to admit, the scenery was nice. The sun was slowly setting as I took another drag from a cigar.
An Audi A5 pulled up on the set and the chauffeur hurriedly opened the backdoor.
Out came a sexy girl, who wore heels around the size of her boyfriend's dick, that'll be three inches.
I smiled at how everyone was throwing themselves at her.
Her name was Vanessa and she was an international celebrity. She was pretty much born into this life, being a child star, then an actress and then finally a platinum recording artist.
She was looking extravagant today with slim black jeans and a cropped black top. Her hair was long and beautiful and it contrasted with her olive skin.
My eyes travelled down her face and onto her tits. Having seen a couple of her bikini shots, I knew that she had an amazing rack.
What a Latin beauty she was.
She went into her designated trailer where she will spend hours to prep for the shooting today.
Me? I am a nobody.
I was at the bottom of the class system, literally. I was just a double and stuntman, doing the dangerous jobs that the actor was too much of a pussy for.
I could've become as successful as her if I wanted to, hell I had the looks. But it was the dangerous stunts that I loved more.
Speaking of the main actor, he came into my view as he got into Vanessa's trailer.
Somehow the cigarette wasn't as appealing to me anymore and I chucked it over the rail and into the plants that were situated below me. I really didn't like Danny. He was arrogant and stuck up and made my life a living hell the last couple of weeks, ever since we started shooting this movie.
Just like Vanessa, he was a teen heartthrob. But that was all he was, a teen, a boy.
In my opinion, Vanessa needed a man, someone who handles her and who knows exactly what she wants. She needed someone who can handle himself and protect her if things got dangerous, not someone who constantly embarrasses her through the media.
Their fights were surreal, and they were constantly at it. He cheats on her with pretty much every single model and she always forgives him. She really deserves someone better, especially because I like how she was a genuine person.
She wasn't one of them fake celebrities who say one thing in front of the camera then say the complete opposite behind closed doors. That was more like Danny.
Had to cut him some slack though, he fucks Vanessa and fucks hot models all the time. He was living the life.
Still, he didn't act in Vanessa's best interest.
I had a couple of hours before shooting started. The next two scenes will be shot at the middle of the night, so we didn't expect to get home anytime before sunrise.
I moved to a trailer that was open for anyone on set, and lay down on the big couch.
I was deep asleep when a knock on the door woke me up. After hours of sleeping on a couch and waking up to a fist banging against sheer metal, you become grumpy and that was what I was, grumpy. I got up and moved to open the door.
"Your scene is next, get ready." The executive director said to me. He then left me alone and I shut the door again.
I pulled out my pack of cigarettes and lit one up, enjoying it while it lasted.
The scene I was in involved a bike chase, me being on a bike and being chased by a couple of police cars. Honestly, that wasn't a big deal. Danny could pull that off.
However there was a particular stunt, which Danny could only dream of performing. I was going to ride my motorcycle at full speed over a ramp. Mid-air time was around 20 seconds. That was fucking long, but whatever, no big deal right?
Fuck yes. I hand picked the ramp, cleaned it making sure no objects will interfere or risk puncture one of my tires. It was going to be epic.
I already felt the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
The leather jacket that I had to wear for the scene was of shit quality, clearly not meant for bikers but more for style. I put on bandages underneath my shirt to add an extra layer of clothing in case I grind against the ground. I put the leather jacket on and left the trailer.
It was quite bright with all the staging light and my eyes adjusted to the brightness. I saw the director come my way and got myself ready for the stunt.
"You okay son?"
I always liked him. He was good to me, unlike the other stuck up bitches that thought they were better than me.
"Yes sir. I am all set." I answered truthfully as I put on my leather gloves. My outfit was all black; faded black jeans, black trainers and a black leather jacket.
I looked up and saw the director studying the set.
"You know, I always wondered. Why are you doing this?"
"What do you mean sir?" What was he referring to?
"Stop calling me sir, it's Johnny for you." He briefly looked at me and then directed his eyes back onto the stage. "The stunts, with your looks and your attitude I could get you a real acting job you know, one that pays better than this."
Although I found that offer very appealing, I refuse.
"Johnny, I am not really big on being in the spotlight. I prefer staying in the back. Besides, I'm not doing this for the rest of my life, just need to pay my way through engineering."
"Engineering?" Johnny cocked an eyebrow at that. "Didn't take you for a numbers guy Nero."
Yep, I know what you're thinking, Nero like the roman emperor? Unfortunately yes. My mom was obsessed with history and wanted me to become someone noble, so she named me Nero.
"What gave it away? The tattoos?" I chuckled a bit. I knew Johnny was just getting my mind off the stunt I was about to pull, to make me less nervous. That's why I rate him. There aren't many directors that actually care for you.
We bantered back and forth before I had to get on the bike. I turned the keys and started the bike, loving the sound of this beauty.
"Good luck son. Be careful will ya'." Johnny shouted over the sound of the bike.
I nodded and gave him the thumbs up. Behind Johnny I saw Danny talking to Vanessa. They were both covered in blankets and had each a cup of tea I assumed.
Danny was ignoring me and kept talking to Vanessa, but Vanessa was looking straight at me. Was she interested in how I was going to end it? I smiled at her and she smiled back.
That motivated me enough to put on the best fucking show.
And boy I did. I broke my personal record, driving at the fastest speed. I jumped and landed the bike beautifully, and bringing my bike to a halt by drifting a little. The whole crew cheered on and I got couple of pats on my back as I pushed my bike back to the set.
"Really well done son. I don't think we need another one." Johnny praised me.
