I thought about that for a second, grinning, and nodded in agreement. “Okay, so they are fucking crazy, but that’s just part of their charm. I mean, to me, Damon Shaw is the epitome of the three Cs: cool, cunning, and confident. He’s always thinking about the big picture in order to get what he wants.”
“Meanwhile, Blair Hawthorne,” Amelia added, “is just this fiery volcano. She’s always active and is a creature of her passions. She may think she knows it all and oftentimes gets herself in trouble. But the thing about Damon and Blair’s relationship is that they always have each other’s backs no matter what. If Blair were to kill someone, Damon—without question—would hide the body.”
“On the flip side, if Damon were to go to prison for that murder, Blair would work out a full-scale prison break,” I replied
“Oh, if that happened, where do you think they’d run to? They’d be hunted all over the world?” the assistant questioned, sitting on the edge of his chair.
“Kazakhstan,” Amelia and I said at the same time, forcing us to look at each other and break out laughing.
“Why Kazakhstan?” I asked her.
“You first,” she shot back.
I shrugged. “I remember seeing it on a documentary called—”
“… No Extradition! I watched that same one!” she finished for me.
“Was Kazakhstan the only country on the list?” we were asked, forcing us to look away from each other for a second.
“No,” Amelia answered, glancing back at me. “Croatia was on the list, but I figured Damon would grow bored there.”
“Dubai was also on the list, but I thought Blair would drive Damon crazy complaining about the heat. So…”
“Kazakhstan,” we both said again.
“You both are so in tune with your characters. Is that just your skills as actors, or is there something about these characters specifically that captures you?” the man asked.
“I think they’re just fun characters that the writers did an amazing job presenting us with,” Amelia responded.
“Honestly,” I agreed, “the ease of the dialogue, the situations presented, even small comments from the director all make it amazingly easy for us as actors to step into Damon and Blair’s shoes and get carried away. They feel real.”
He signaled for us to close.
“I think the reason we all love Damon and Blair is because we relate to them. After all, there is a sinner in all of us,” she said, winking at the camera.
“Brilliant, thank you both.” He gave us a thumbs up, and Austin appeared beside me, a smug look on his face.
“What?” I asked.
He shrugged. “I was just listening, and I think that’s the most you’ve spoken in one of those interviews ever. You looked comfortable, too. It’s like a brand-new you.”
“Don’t you have calls to be making?” I tried to ignore his comment, though I did feel different.
“I made them all. The bad news is that you don’t have another day off until next year, but the good news is that your face is going to be everywhere.”
“Your eyes are becoming dollar signs again,” I said, snapping my fingers in front of him.
“Let me enjoy this. Three months ago, I was wondering how I was going to live.”
“I’m going to get back to work now,” I said with a laugh, glancing over to see Amelia laughing at something one of the crew members said.
You would never be able to tell that before Sinners Like Us, we were on the brink of disaster both emotionally and career-wise.
Moving to my position at the head of the craps table, I fixed the cuffs at the ends of my sleeves when Amelia joined me. She reached up to adjust my tie, neither of us speaking to each other. The extras stood around us.
“Remember, this is right before the climax. You all are completely at ease. Since we are redoing this scene, I’m sure we can capture it in one take,” Director Zane instructed not only us, but the extras as well, then took a seat behin
d the camera. He then raised his hand as if he were a conductor in front of his orchestra.