His red camaro pulled up on the set of the Hollywood recording studios, the engine bringing every director and actor's attention. He screeched to a stop in his parking spot sloppily and opened the door. His white hair, shining in the sunlight, and his sunglasses gleaming as he stepped out of his car. His producer walked up to him, angrily.
"You're late. Again. If you keep this up, the director will find another actor to fill your spot." She held her clipboard against her chest tightly and walked by his side.
"Relax. It's me. Besides, nobody can fire me that easily." He looked at her through the top of his sunglasses, eyebrows raised. He handed her his car keys and walked up to the director.
"Hey Shane." He slapped the director on the back and continued walking to his trailer, "Where's my make artist? And who's… dog is this?" he asked, stopping and picking up the small 'rodent'. He hates dogs. Never liked them. They 'mark' there spot on everything. He hated it. He turned around and handed the thing to his producer and continued walking. She held the dog a out like she didn't want ANYTHING to do with it and handed it to one of the crew members.
"Here" She wiped her hands on her tight grey skirt, and rushed up to him. "You know you have less than ten minutes to get ready right? Stop stalling and go get ready!" she pushed him by the shoulders into his dressing room and closed the door.
"Yeah, yeah. Hey you know i-," she shut the door and folded her arms waiting for him outside the trailer.
He threw his jacket off and onto the couch. He grabbed the end of his shirt and looked at the small table at the back of the room. He let go of his shirt and walked back there. He heard his producer banging on the door, telling him to hurry up, but he ignored her. He picked up an envelope and flipped it to the front. It was addressed to him. From Boston. Probably another one if his fans. He threw it back down and changed his clothes. A black dress shirt and red tie, with matching black pants.
The scene their filming today was some kind of dress party. Were he would do his stunts and jump off the building. The movie was an action movie. That's all he does is action movies. 'It's good for my ego' he tells his producer. He doesn't need a stunt double either. So he does all his stunts and falls, crashed, driving and even fights.
He walked out of the trailer, only to meet the blue bright eyes of his producer. He smirked and walked down the steps putting his 'shades' on.
"Let's do this." He walked towards the set, patting her on the shoulder.