The Greatest Lie Part 9

Just then Pavel poked his head in, and asked in a smarmy tone "Are high school sweet hearts getting to know one another again?"

"Oh, yeah, we were about to break into the old school song. Actually, I was thinking, could we work this ad hoc reunion concept into the script? It’s a pretty compelling subtext."

"Great idea. Miguel, take a shower and go to makeup. Alexandra, come with me. Let’s doctor the script while the crew shoots Tran’s script."

When we were alone, I confronted Pavel. "That’s not very funny, surprising me with Miguel. We weren’t exactly good buddies in high school. In fact, I was terrified of him, and he hated me: justifiably, in both cases. I was a privileged and conceited AP student, and he was an industrial arts kid. Plus, I nearly seduced his girlfriend, and he retaliated by leading a gang bang rape of me."

"Well, it must have been a formative experience for him, because he sought us out to be in Transsexual films. And he’s terrific, one of the best studs we have. Too bad about your troubled past with him, but we gotta make a movie."

"I know, I just want to make a better movie."

"What’s your idea?" I told him that we should alter the call girl script to incorporate my actual dynamic with Miguel. Pavel loved it. He booted up the script on his computer, and we frantically re-wrote it and Pavel passed it out to the director and crew. (Don’t worry, dear Reader. you’ll read synopsis of it in a minute). "Miguel’s studying his new lines right now. The director loves it, and so do I. Alexandra, you’re a real pro. I should send you all of my scripts from now on. You have got a really kinky touch for such a baby."

"Thanks, it’s my Chaucer and Transgender research studies, no doubt."

Pavel laughed and gave me a hug. "You could be a giant in this business, if you want."