Prone

4 Sep

Covered in fake blood and screen-mud, the seething carcass of Neal Bettafour lay inert just to the left Robin Glint, the man who had fictionally slaughtered him. Was there ever a more poignant depiction of the injustice of the world than the image of Neal Bettafour lying prone and bespattered at the feet of Chestal Spring’s own Robin Glint with Chestal Spring’s own Robin Glint standing tall and unnaturally, like the heroes of old. This is how it seemed to Neal.

Robin Glint! Real name: Robstein Halofski. Robin Glint! The man who put Chestal Spring on the map. Robin Glint! Only alumni of the Chestal Spring Academy of Acting to have had a named role in a motion picture. This was his third starring movie. Third time playing some wayward but moral action hero with a flawed past.

Third time would mean the money would be good.

The director called for a little bit more mud to be added to Glint’s cheek and looked down at Neal and said, “You. Look a little more dead.”

Neal couldn’t imagine being any more dead than this. He looked up with glazed eyes at the star. He loathed that square face that looked like it had been carved out of a smug tree stump.

The make-up girl fled and Robin looked down at Neal and winked. His smile was proof that Robin recognised him. Proof he recalled those classes at Chestal Spring Academy of Acting. It wasn’t clear whether he remembered that it was Neal Bettafour who always got the lead roles in the end of term productions. (Neal Bettafour! Real name: Neal Bettafour.) Or that Robin would always get smaller roles because he was so stiff.

As Neal lay there, the director murmured, “action!” and Robin delivered his line in his trademark flat style. The director called “cut!” said it was great and that he’d like to do it again. He hopped down out of his chair and stood over Neal. “That was great,” he said encouragingly. “But could you try to look a little more like you died in agony.” Neal nodded and focussed his gaze on the leading man.

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One Response to “Prone”

  1. ingridf October 2, 2012 at 8:54 pm #

    “But could you try to look a little more like you died in agony.” Neal nodded and focussed his gaze on the leading man. (Love it)

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