Sin's Fall

Title: Sin’s Fall
Writer: Dying In Black
Summary: Johnny has a chance of portraying Tithe’s legendary singer Sin in a full-length movie but secrets are being exposed and so are enemies and ex-lovers, who killed Sin?
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Disclaimer: "This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited"

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Chapter Three


Mike sat back and watched the casting of Sin. All in total there were four actors vying for the role of Sin. He couldn't help the flutter at the pit of his stomach at the sight of Johnny Carlisle. Since the first audition he could not keep his mind off the tall man. Johnny easily towered over him an inch or two, just as he did all the other actors in the room.

Walter sat beside Mike, a cameraman was setting up the camera in the middle of the room, a request from the producers to 'ensure' the right actors were chosen. In other words, proof that Michael wasn't fucking it up. Elaine hadn't been available for the meeting, but Mike was fine with it. His territory was covered and he didn't need the added pressures of someone else's opinion to have to consider, especially if he was going to ignore it after.

He was on edge today after having received a phone call from Walter's assistant that Mark Chavez had agreed to the role of Creep. Though Mike knew the studio was elated to have Chavez on as added insurance, Mike was not. He had nothing personal against the actor, but again he wasn't happy the actor was practically being forced on him. What was currently keeping him sane was the thought that his choice in picking Sin and the other actors was his choice to make. And enough to keep him from grinding teeth. Chavez he could deal with later, but the rest was his to manage.

As each actor took turns briefly reading a few lines from the script where Walter had directed them to read from, Mike merely sat back and watched. There were good prospects, but none were as promising as Johnny Carlisle. The dark glossy locks of his hair was mesmerizing as was the supple paleness of his skin. The caramel of his eyes were lighter under the lights, but it only magnetized the darkness of his lashes and softened his exquisite bone structure.

"Thank you," he said as the actors were dismissed, Johnny Carlisle's lean form disappearing from view he turned to Walter, "Well?"

Walter moped his face with a napkin, the lapels of his coat were wrinkled as he shoved the napkin into the front pocket of his jeans, "You were right," he said, "We have our Sin."

He slapped Walter in the back and grinned, "What'd I tell you."

"The kid's good, but we've still got work to do, he's too new to get it straight off the back--but," he brought a hand up before Mike could interrupt, "He's got some promise."

"So he's the one?"

Reluctantly he nodded, "He's the one."


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Johnny was ecstatic. Earlier in the day he had spoken to his agent who had barely been able to contain himself that Johnny had landed the lead role for Sin's Fall. He could understand his agent's elation at the news, Johnny's success meant his own, and they were a team like that. After the call Johnny didn't know what to do with himself.

He called his mother, who although tried to be supportive of the news didn't grasp the meaning of Johnny starring in a film which she thought sounded 'bad'.

"But honey," she'd said, "Why would you want to come out in a sinful movie?"

"Mom, its just a title name."

"Well I don't like it, why can't you come out in nice movies. Like that movie we just watched with your sister...what was it called? The one with that actress who played that twin, Lindsay something I don't know--it was a good movie though, why can't you come out in something like that?"

Shocked or embarrassed, Johnny didn't know whether to feel offended or not, "Mom, I wouldn't watch any movie from that actress, she gives actresses her age a bad name...or at least she's a group that does."

"Honey, people blow things out of proportion besides its none of our business what people do on their own time, you wouldn't want people criticizing you would you?"

"I guess not," he admitted.

"There you see? But I still can't see you coming out in a movie like this."

"Its a chance in a lifetime, playing Sin would be playing my childhood hero."

"Yes, yes. It was that singer man you used to listen to in high school. Didn't he die?"

"...yes he did."

"Hmn, I really don't understand why you'd want to come out in a movie like that."

She congratulated him anyways and then asked him if he was going to visit for the summer festival. He agreed and spoke to her for a few minutes more before he hung up the phone, when he realized he didn't have anyone else to call with the news he decided to indulge himself a little. The rent had been paid, and though he had decided to save every penny he could for next month he felt he deserved to reward himself for his success. He grabbed a few dollars hidden under his mattress. Having moved into the city a year ago had taught him that money hidden was safely stored. He grabbed a jacket and then locked the apartment door behind him before making his way to the Liquor store across the street for a victory drink.

...

Madison Brite looked to his mother as she bickered on the phone with his manager. At twenty he was embarrassed that he still allowed his mother to dictate his life. Since he’d been but just a few months old he had lived his life in front of a camera, his mother had made sure her lost dreams of stardom had not been lost on him.

He had been a prominent figure on television earlier in his career before transitioning into film where he had yet to dominate the big screen. He’d only appeared in a line of independent films and one big blockbuster he had made more for the benefit of his mother then of his own.

Madison looked over at the hotel’s coffee table, it was a suite furnished elegantly with a bar and living room and two separate bedrooms. He could see through the open curtains, the spacious open blue sky as he sat on the oatmeal colored couch. Again he turned his attention to the coffee table and to the script innocently lying there. All studios knew to get Madison Brite to appear in their films was the needed approval of Mrs. Brite. Much to the chagrin of her son, she could be bought and wooed for the right price.

Currently though Mrs. Brite was clearly not happy as she yelled at Madison’s two year manager Janice Sands who had been the one to send the script over. Madison re-read the title again. He picked it up and innocently flipped the page open.


...


"Well?" asked Mike as he leaned back in his chair, feet propped up on his desk, "What'd they say?"

Walter had just come from a meeting with the studio, Mike had ditched it as a defiant stance in dealing with the studios. He had made sure to let Walter know that for any future meetings with the studios Walter could handle them himself. Mike was tired of hearing their 'opinions' and their 'suggestions' on what he could do as a director for 'his' film.

"They want you to consider the casting of Carlisle--

"No."

"They think he's just too new to carry a project like this."

"No," Mike stood and began to pace his face heated, he turned to Walter and pointed an accusing finger at him, "You said taking Chavez would be enough to keep them off my back. Carlisle stays, if not, they could go fuck themselves for all I care. Its my movie," he stated and hesitated for a moment. It was his movie. After weeks, no, months of having rejected the film as his own it dawned on him that he did want to make this film. And he was damned that the studios would fuck up his vision, and despite their 'opinions' Johnny Carlisle was going to play Sin and damn them all, "Carlisle stays or I walk."

Walter rolled his eyes and his tense shoulders slackened in defeat, "You're dramatizing all of this Michael. This is your career!"

"Its my movie! And I'm the director, if they don't want to finance I'll do it myself. It might take me months, years, decades I don't care but its going to be on my terms!"

"You're crazy! If you walk away now, no one in the movie industry will let you work in this town again. You're willing to throw away you're career for a recast?"

"Yes."

"You're fucking crazy!"

"Um...excuse?" Michelle, Walter's secretary blushed. Both her boss and Michael froze in their glaring verbal battle, and she felt slightly embarrassed at having interrupted them and now being the sole focus in the room, "Sorry, but there's an Evan Giles on the phone, he say's he'd like to speak to Mr. Justin."

Walter growled, "Tell him to call back when--

"Wait!" Mike took the phone from the secretary and cleared his throat, "Uh, Evan Giles? I'm Michael Justin."

Walter watched as Mike spoke the other man on the phone, his secretary leaned on one leg nervously catching the eye of Walter before he nodded to her to go. With a last embarrassed smile she shuffled out the door closing it behind her.

"Yes, yes," Walter sat on Mike's chair leaning back trying to catch his breath and after a few minutes Mike finally hung up.

"Who was that?"

"Evan Giles."

He rolled his eyes in frustration, "I know, but who is he?"

"'The' Evan Giles," Mike spread his hands in admiration, "I got Tithe's guitarist on the phone with me. He wants to meet for the movie."

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Writer Comments: Thanks Lisa for all the support ^^, I'm currently working on chapter three of 3-Corner Love, so here's hoping I get it out by this week.