“You were pretty damned impressive in those scenes Sid had you do,” Orin Bartlett, assistant casting director for Joel Anderson, told Les in his office at the studio about a month after the filming in the warehouse.
“Thank you, Mr. Bartlett,” Les said, feeling proud and a little embarrassed at the praise.
“Please call me Orin,” the man said, smiling at Les across his desk. “We’ll still want to do a screen test before we make our final decision, but I don’t mind telling you, you look like a natural for the part: handsome, powerful, intense, not to mention sexy as hell.”
Les’s smile deepened as did his embarrassment.
“Would you mind taking off your shirt?”
“Uh…no,” Les said.
It seemed everyone was interested in him taking off his shirt. Les recalled Sid’s request at their initial m
