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Truth be told, the explosion wasn't nearly as powerful as it looked.
That wasn't surprising. If they'd actually packed the car with a dangerous amount of explosives enough to send steel panels flying like shrapnel it wouldn't be a stunt, it'd be a full-on car bomb.
So, the "explosion" was mostly for show. A few charges to shake things up, but the real spectacle came from the controlled fire effects rigged to the vehicle.
As for the shot where flames licked at the hem of the protagonist's jeans and he slapped them away? Totally unplanned.
But the director loved it.
In fact, he was already planning to leave that exact moment in the final cut. Even if the stuntman's face was visible whatever. In Hollywood, if the mistake happens fast enough, it doesn't count.
And who really cares about background details in a wide shot anyway? You think every viewer has eagle eyes trained to spot a different guy in the role?
The important thing was: the shot was a success.
Assuming the cinematographer did his job and got the footage, the director was certain this explosive sequence his film's big climactic moment would be his legacy.
…Though, to be fair, every director thinks their latest film will make history.
Either way, the man was currently bouncing around like he'd just won the lottery literally hugging the producer and shouting in joy.
As for Henry, the star of the scene?
He changed back into his regular costume and went right back to being a background actor. This time, his role was "terrified pedestrian fleeing from the explosion."
Nothing fancy. As long as no one tripped or bumped into each other on set, it was a one-take job.
Once the street scene wrapped, the crew scrambled to restore the location to its original condition. The city's inspection was no joke fail that, and the fines would be brutal.
It wasn't even noon yet, but work was done for the extras. The rest of the day's shoot was dialogue scenes for the leads and supporting cast no more crowd shots.
Since they worked less than a full day, the extras would be paid for a half-day shift.
Henry, however, stood out from the crowd.
He'd just performed a dangerous stunt, and while he wasn't officially credited as a stuntman, his pay for that one explosive scene was $800 more than most extras made in a full week.
But no one envied him.
Everyone saw how dangerous it was especially the part where his pants actually caught fire. It was clear he wasn't wearing flame-retardant gear either. For all anyone knew, he could've gotten burned.
They all came to Hollywood chasing dreams of stardom. And risking your life for a paycheck even a bigger one—wasn't exactly enviable.
As the extras dispersed, Henry didn't get far before Channing the stunt coordinator called him over.
The two sat down at a nearby café. Channing seemed pleased, still riding the high from how well the shot turned out.
After buying them both a cheap coffee, Channing got right to the point.
"You did great out there, kid. Ever think about sticking with me? Not just stunts I know other ways to make money in this town."
Henry didn't leap at the offer.
He'd seen too much of the ugly side of capitalism in his previous life to fall for that kind of pitch. Whether it was carrot or stick, he'd built up immunity to every flavor of exploitation.
Channing's tone wasn't aggressive, though. Still, Henry had no intention of joining that crew long-term. Their methods were just too sketchy.
He didn't even have to think about a reason to decline.
"Channing, I appreciate the offer," Henry said politely. "But to be honest, I still want to be a proper actor. You know, one with a face on screen. Stunt work's cool and all, but it's behind-the-scenes. It's not really my dream."
Channing didn't back off right away. "You sure? You've got talent. You'll make more money than any extra. And hey some stunt guys do become stars."
"Oh yeah?" Henry raised an eyebrow. "You mean Buster Keaton? Harry Houdini? Or maybe Jackie Chan? Sure, but let's not forget Keaton and Houdini were from the silent film era, and Chan's from Hong Kong."
Channing gave a long sigh, clearly disappointed. "That's a shame. You've got talent and you're young. This is the time to grind and build a track record. That's how real opportunities come."
"I get that. But Channing Hollywood's so specialized now. Once you're labeled a stunt guy, it's hard to break out. And in the end, what do stunt performers get? A busted body and no Oscar category to call their own."
Henry's words landed like a bucket of ice water.
Channing opened his mouth, then closed it again. Everything Henry said was true.
Sure, stunt performers made more than extras but a lot of that money ended up going toward hospital bills. If you wanted to hit it big, becoming a lead actor was the only real path. Even most third-tier actors had to pay out of pocket just for a shot at screen time.
Seeing Channing's deflated expression, Henry figured he'd pushed a little too hard. No need to crush the guy's spirit.
So, he smiled and added, "Honestly, I think it's fine the way things are. I mean, you've got your own crew to manage you can't give every job to me. But if you're ever short-handed, or there's a special opportunity, you've got my number."
He wasn't signing up for every future deathtrap gig, but he wasn't burning any bridges either.
If Channing called again with another hellish stunt, Henry could always say no. The important thing was leaving the door open just enough to keep the relationship civil.
Channing mulled it over, then nodded.
It actually made sense.
He wasn't some big-name agency. He'd just registered as a talent manager and assembled a crew of friends and freelancers to meet production demands.
There was no fixed "team." Just a rotating roster of regulars, filled in with whoever was available.
When assembling a crew, the production's requirements came first. Then came the preferred picks. And if they still couldn't fill all the slots, they called outside help.
Henry hadn't shut the door completely. He wasn't saying no to work just that he wasn't locking himself in. And that was enough.
Satisfied, Channing offered a hand.
"Alright. We'll be in touch when something comes up. Hope we get to work together again."
Henry shook his hand, smiling. "Looking forward to it."
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