Jon had done well in the trade. He didn’t use drugs, he had stopped drinking long ago, and he worked out every morning. He wore nice clothes – or not so nice, depending on the role he needed to play. His hair was professionally styled, but too long, on purpose. He could mousse it back for a buttoned-down look, or let it hang loose and dirty for the freaks. When called for, he could be masterful for an insecure wife, doting for an aging socialite, or fearful for a dominant gay. Once upon a time, Jon had fancied himself a filmmaker. Turned out, his true strength had been acting.
