Chapter Four
I look at the contract again and let out a sigh. I lean back in my bed and turn on the small TV I bought for my bedroom, hoping for a distraction. In order to get out of Jon’s office as quickly as possible, I took the contracts and a couple of scripts home with me, promising Jon that I would go over it at home and get back to him.
But the words seem to swirl in front of my eyes and make my head ache even worse. One of the smaller films that wants me to look over the script seems to have me n***d in every other scene, as if my exposed humiliation means I have no problem taking my clothes off for films. The other film, the big drama Flower Queen that Jon has mentioned to me, looks great but has a clause in the contract stating that if anything s****l in nature or involving nud
