Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

After Sherilyn met Caleb at Crescent Central Cinema, Caleb seemed quite impressed with her. They had agreed that she would come in for a makeup test and a dance audition.

And it was the day. Since she needed to do a makeup test, Sherilyn went there bare–faced. Upon arrival, she got in touch with Blake.

“Sherilyn!” Blake was busy but hurried over to greet her and led her to the makeup room, finding her a makeup artist. “Just come out with everyone else once you’re done.”

Sherilyn nodded. “Sure thing, you go and do what you need to.”

The others there for a makeup test were all dance stand–ins for the lead role, so their makeup and costumes were identical. Though dance stand–ins didn’t need to show their faces, their figures had to stand out.

However, the makeup artists were still amazed by Sherilyn’s beauty, believing such a face could overshadow the lead if she were anything but a stand–in.

Once the stand–ins were ready, they all came out together.

Ever particular about details, Caleb came over to oversee personally. One by one, the stand–ins danced for him. When it was Sherilyn’s turn, Caleb couldn’t help but recheck her file, graduating from Quinland Arts Academy. Her dance was impressive.

Most importantly, her grace was stunning.

Caleb called out, “Blake.”

Blake replied, “Here, Mr. Marshall.”

Caleb gestured toward Sherilyn, “Call her over.”

“Right away.” Sensing a promising opportunity, especially since he’d recommended Sherilyn, Blake was excited and quickly fetched Sherilyn. “Mr. Marshall, she’s here.”

“Oh.” Caleb flipped through her file, “Sherilyn?”

“Yes, that’s me.” Sherilyn stood with her hands clasped in front of her, cool and composed, completely unfazed by the scrutinizing looks she was getting.

After all, a dancer was for the spotlight.

“Not bad.” Caleb inquired, “You studied contemporary dance?”

Sherilyn answered calmly, “Yes, I did.”

Caleb asked again, “Do you have other plans besides dancing?”

Sherilyn was momentarily puzzled by his question. “I’m sorry. What do you mean, Mr.

Marshall?”

“Never mind.” Caleb let the subject drop with a smile.

He was fond of her looks, but it was too soon to say anything definitive. First, he wanted to see if she could handle the role of a dance stand–in.

While tapping on the file, he decided, “Fine, you’re in.”

Stunned momentarily, Sherilyn smiled brightly. “Thank you so much, Mr. Marshall.”

“Sure.” Caleb waved her off. “Go on. Blake will fill you in on the details.”

Sherilyn smiled and turned to leave “Okay, I won’t keep you any longer.”

“Blake.” As Sherilyn left, Caleb called Blake back, pulling out Sherilyn’s file. “Keep an eye on this one.”

“Mr. Marshall, you mean?” Caleb spoke frankly, “Whenever she’s available, have her come in.”

“Absolutely!” Blake was thrilled, nodding eagerly. “Sherilyn will be over the moon!”

Caleb chuckled, unable to resist praising, “She’s got potential, very photogenic.”

Many were with dance expertise today, and naturally, many danced well. But filmmaking was an art. Some people naturally had a presence on camera, creating the right vibe when they were in front of it. Sherilyn was one of those people. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Caleb nodded. “I’ve given her the opportunity. It’s up to her now.”

Blake reassured him, “Don’t worry, I brought her in, and I’ll keep an eye on her.”

Blake turned and went to find Sherilyn to share the news. “Sherilyn, you better seize this opportunity!”

Blake measured his words, and with the future uncertain, he refrained from making bold promises. “Do well this time, and Mr. Marshall will keep you in mind for future projects!“