Chapter 2
Photo shoots. The necessary evil of my job. I hated them. I found it difficult to be in character without actually having dialogue or action to rely on. The costume did not a character make, especially when it was just regular clothes. Certainly not for me. I could be myself in interviews, and I could be Frank Geary when I was on set. But standing around, holding different poses all day while the photographer went nuts was not what I would call fun. It wasn’t even in the same ballpark.
There were only three outfits on the rack under the sign with my character’s name, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw it. There had been shoots in the past when I’d had six or seven changes before the day was through. I always thought that was ridiculous. We were shooting promo shots for
