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I felt a surge of trepidation as I stepped into the office.
It was silly, of course; I had every reason to be there. I'd recently
heard from my agent, and they were giving me the part after all. I should
be thanking my luck, not worrying that I didn't belong there.
The secretary smiled at me as I closed the door. The effect was quite
distracting, and almost made me forget why I was there. "Uh, Alex Taylor,
here to see Mr. Brennan," I said, trying not to stare. It really was a
phenomenal smile. "It's about the part in Hearts in Shadow."
"Of course, Mr. Taylor," she said. "Take a seat, you'll be ready to see
him in a few minutes."
Strange turn of a phrase, but I didn't dwell on it. The secretary was
probably hired her for beauty, not brains, and I had to admire Brennan's
taste. Incredible eye candy, in a professional, classy way. Sit her in a
meeting, have her flirt with whoever you're negotiating with, and you
could run circles around them.
Taking my mind off the girl, I thought about the movie as I chose a seat
from the lineup against one wall. Hearts in Shadow was set to be a big
budget fantasy-action flick, apparently in hopes of standing out from the
rest of the summer blockbusters. They'd snagged a big name action star
for the lead and an up-and-coming starlet as his co-star and love
interest. A well-respected character actor in the villain's role filled
out the roster.
Me, I'd auditioned to be the villain's right-hand man. I didn't have the
star power needed for a top billed role in a production like this, but
the part was great exposure and had plenty of lines. It was to be my
first step out of obscurity, and the producer, Arthur Brennan, had
personally complimented me on my ability during the audition. It was
about time I earned some recognition. I was young, blonde, blue-eyed, and
athletic, with a great smile and infectious charisma. My pale skin tended
to burn rather than tan, and I was a little too short, but I was
otherwise perfect leading man material. A good performance here could
make my career.
I'd been pretty sure I'd nailed the part until my agent told me they were
rewriting the whole damn movie. The love interest role was suddenly
considered too generic, and they wanted to shake things up. Word on the
street was they beefed up the henchman role and gave it to the starlet,
killing my chances. That said, she apparently didn't like the idea any
more than me, and last I heard the leading lady had quit and pre-
production had ground to a halt. Sucks, but that's show business.
Then just a few days ago I got a call from my agent, saying Brennan
wanted to give me the henchman part after all. So here I was, waiting to
learn what the latest iteration of this minor clusterfuck held in store.
I was feeling pretty confident, too, once the initial jitters passed.
Worst case scenario Hearts in Shadow ends up back in production hell, but
I'd still get paid and Brennan would get a taste of what I can do. Best
case scenario I'd become the star I was born to be. I was flying high and
about to flirt with the secretary when the door opened once more.
In walked no one other than Kyle Gaglio, the fucking devil himself. Well,
no, that'd give the asshole more credit than he's due. Kyle was a hack, a
conman, a sentient piece of garbage devoid of original thought. He waved
at me before turning to the secretary, and I fumed. Kyle had also gone
out for the henchman part. I was pretty sure he had my agent's office
bugged, because I couldn't remember the last time I'd done an audition
where he didn't show. He managed to steal the roles about half the time,
too. The guy obviously wished he was me, and it was infuriating.
Kyle put on a nasty grin as he sat down in the adjacent chair. Some would
consider him good looking, in a tall, dark and handsome sort of way.
Black hair, dark eyes, a dusky complexion and what I've been told is a
winning smile. I always filed it under shit-eating, maybe punchable on a
good day, but hey, no accounting for taste.
"Hey buddy, surprised to see you here," Kyle said, sitting annoyingly
straight. He was a good few inches taller than me, and lorded it like
that made him royalty. "Thought Brennan only worked with real talent."
"If that were true, security would've shot you on sight," I said. Kyle
didn't stop smiling, but his eyes went cold. "Though I'll admit, I didn't
realize the enchanted, talking pile of shit made the final revision.
Though even I gotta admit, it's the role you were born to play."
"Save the insults, Taylor. I can't help if studios want actors who can
actually, you know, act. The only reason you get half the roles you do is
because I'm there to warm them up first. You should thank me."
I snorted. Kyle never scheduled an audition before me. If anything he let
me butter up the casting crew, then eavesdropped when I gossiped with
friends about what they seemed to like or dislike. We ran in the same
circles, so avoiding him was impossible even outside work. At least it
helped me keep tabs on his thefts. From what I heard through the
grapevine, he sometimes even dressed like me.
And what was with his eyes? They'd always been a dark, dull brown, but
right then they were clearly hazel, the same light shade as mine. What,
did he think my irises were my secret to success? I mean, yeah, they're
sexy as all hell, but even Kyle couldn't be stupid enough to buy contacts
just to copy me. Looks can't trump talent, even looks as good as mine.
There wasn't time to wonder, because I'd be damned if Kyle was going to
get the last word. "Thanks for being a literal circus clown, I guess," I
said. "After your atrocities against acting they're probably just
relieved when I show them the art isn't dead." Kyle rolled those eyes, so
similar to mine. Even his eyebrows looked identical, copying my thin,
carefully plucked arches.
"Damn, buddy, how can you be so full of yourself? Most people do
something worthwhile before getting all big headed. Much as I hate to
break it to you, 30 seconds of screen time as 'Hideous Asshole #3'
doesn't count," Kyle said. He reached behind and started playing with his
hair as he continued. "A low-grade hack should be grateful to even get a
chance at the same roles a tall, handsome, up-and-coming star like
myself. You're lucky to even grace my presence."
He was tall, sure, but he wanted to talk attractiveness he should start
by rethinking his lipstick. Pink wasn't doing him any favors, and it
totally made him look like a slut. Me, I was wearing a classy deep
crimson. Emphasized the contours of my curvaceous lips while standing out
against the whiteness of my teeth, while his just made it look like he
was trying to cover up an STD.
"Seeing your ugly mug? That's not luck, that's traj-," I said, stumbling
over the word as my voice cracked, "jedy." I cleared my throat. Had that
last word come out an octave higher?
Kyle was too busy fussing with his hair to notice or respond. He seemed
to be having serious trouble, pulling and pushing and tucking like he
couldn't get it comfortable. Me, I'd just used some product to get mine
cooperative and let it rest just behind my shoulders. No need to get
elaborate. A few minutes in the morning saves a lot of grief in the
afternoon, not that Kyle could think that far ahead.
With a scowl and a grunt, my rival just gave up and put his hair in a
ponytail, producing a black scrunchie from his pocket. As his hair
wiggled back and forth I noticed that he'd given his honey brown locks
blonde highlights, just like mine. A stylish fashion statement,
certainly, but you'd think the man would dredge up some veneer of
originality. Having the same natural color couldn't be helped, but there
were plenty of ways to enhance it that didn't involve aping his betters.
Kyle seemed done trading barbs for the moment, so I reached over to grab
a magazine and pass the time in silence. As I did I admired my hand, so
smooth and elegant, with perfectly round nails topping long, slender
fingers. Might be due for a manicure, though. The polish was starting to
chip.
Then I noticed something wrong. My skin was light olive, standing out
against the white cover of the magazine. For a brief moment I thought
that was several shades darker than usual. Then I looked over at Kyle,
and I couldn't remember why I'd thought anything was wrong in the first
place. His skin tone was Identical, and we'd always looked rather
similar, as much as I hated to admit it. Kyle looked at me, then at the
magazine, and snickered.
"Hoping to pick up some fashion tips? Good idea, maybe you can learn how
you to dress like an adult," he said as he folded his arms below his
chest, emphasizing his little breasts. That sight and his words made me a
little self-conscious. I was wearing a camisole rather than a bra. I
rarely wear one, seeing as my tits are barely bigger than his, but
they're perky and my nipples tend to poke through my shirt at the worst
times. Usually not a big deal, or even that noticeable, but now that
asshole had me worried. "Remind me, one of these days I should teach you
how a real man dresses."
I dropped the magazine on the table and quickly retracted my hand. I
wasn't embarrassed, exactly, but no need to give him ammo. Even if he was
one to talk. Kyle looked ridiculous with his hairy legs sticking out of
that tight skirt, like he hadn't shaved them in months. And that V-neck
button down wasn't him at all. It was obviously designed to show off a
body with a much more substantial bust.
"If I'm ever worried about fitting in at the circus, I'll be in touch," I
replied.
"Hey, you're the expert. The way your chest hair sticks out, I'm sure you
make the bearded lady look fucking sexy," he said in that light,
irritatingly breathy voice of his. "Probably does wonders for her self-
esteem."
Alright, I'll admit the aforementioned camisole had a bit of a neckline
that my sheer blouse did nothing to hide, and maybe I didn't have the
boobs to support it. And maybe a waxing wouldn't be out of order. But
this top otherwise fit the curvy contours of my torso perfectly, from my
slim shoulders to down to my waspish waist before flaring out again, and
its shade of royal blue looked exquisite over the contrast of the pale
camisole and my darker skin. Combine it with tight navy slacks and I
looked great, whatever the scene-stealing bastard thought.
I adjusted my sitting position as I thought up a proper comeback,
wiggling my butt a bit. I had been growing steadily less comfortable,
like I was sitting funny. As I did so I discretely reached back and
pulled my panties out of my crack, cursing myself for wearing my laciest
pair. Yeah, they made me feel hot and confident, but they tended to ride
up my fine ass and chafe my junk.
Kyle's was occupied, seemingly also adjusting his seat, when I was ready
to grab his attention again. "I got it. You're pissed because this is the
outfit I wore when I got that speaking role on Dynamo few months back," I
said. "You were so sure you had the part, it was wonderful seeing your
smug face when I dropped the news. Can't wait to do it again today."
Kyle tsked and drew himself up. He was trying to crane his neck and look
down at me, which might have been imposing if he were taller than I was,
but it just looked like he was trying to work out a crick while checking
out my rack. If he was, I couldn't blame him. Like I said, my top was
great. I'm not overly endowed, chest-wise, but it managed to emphasize
what I had without revealing obscene mounds of cleavage.
It took Kyle embarrassingly long to realize what he was doing, at which
point he growled in feminine frustration and settled for looking me
straight in the eye. I stared right back, unable to ignore how similar we
looked. Poor choice of makeup aside, he had my full lips, pert nose, high
cheeks and almond eyes. Even full of unrighteous anger, that face was the
kind that haunted guys' dreams and stuck in directors' heads. I sometimes
wonder if he ever got a gig simply because someone mistook him for me.
Refusing to back down first, I carefully lifted my bottom before dropping
down again, all while retaining eye contact. My seat felt odd, like the
cheap cushion had developed actual padding. Maybe I was just getting used
to it.
We stared for a good minute before Kyle broke it off with a bitchy sniff,
his bosom bouncing as he turned away. Alright, fair's fair, I have to
take back what I'd said earlier about his top. He definitely had the
boobs to handle it, and then some. Unfortunately, Kyle looking like me
includes him being busty like me. I know it doesn't diminish what I have
going on, but I hate that he shares two of my most noteworthy attributes.
Speaking of which, mine could use a little adjustment. With Kyle not
paying attention I reached under my shirt and repositioned my breasts on
my camisole's shelf. The thing barely offered any support, so a proper
bra would have been a good idea, but it was too late for that. Vanity won
over comfort yet again. At least my effort helped a bit.
That done, it was time to shift my posture again. This round of shuffling
finally seemed to completely ease the discomfort, so I crossed my legs
and relaxed a bit. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was
missing as I placed one thigh on the other, but chalked it up to nerves.
Having Kyle here was making me anxious. Regardless of how much more
qualified I was, there was always the chance that she could snatch this
gig right from under me.
Becoming an actress had been my idea, of course. I moved out here months
before she followed, though naturally Kyle claims she got here first.
Doubtful, since I'd been on multiple auditions before anyone even
mentioned seeing her, but we'd both been away at college before moving
and hadn't spoken in a while, so I have no real proof. That's probably
why she's so insistent about it.
"Mr. Brennan will see you shortly, but could you fill out these forms
first?" the secretary asked. I just about jumped out of my seat; I'd
forgotten she was even here. She was reaching over her desk and offering
a pair of clipboards. In a surprising display of usefulness, Kyle went to
grab them.
Kyle teetered as she stood, and for a second looked ready to topple over.
I didn't quite manage to stifle my giggle, not that I was trying
particularly hard. She was wearing stilettos, and I'll admit they were
doing wonders for her long, smooth legs, but she should really stick to
shoes in which she's capable of walking. I had to thank her though,
seeing her almost do a face plant made my day. The dirty look she shot me
just cinched it.
I will admit to a tinge of jealousy as I watched that backside sashay
over to the desk. Her tight pencil skirt did wonders for the shapely ass
it contained, and even knowing I had its equal did little to quell my
envy. The sway in Kyle's walk in those heels could drive a man wild,
enough that I considered asking where she got them. Not that I'd stoop to
copying her, of course. I just like staying informed.
Sexy walk or no, Kyle sure was taking her time, as if strutting for some
unseen audience. When she finally came back I snatched my copy out of her
hand, and she stuck her tongue out at me! What, were we back in grade
school? But I refused to let her get under my skin, and focused on
filling out the information. Strangely, it was all basic stuff, name,
address and the like. I thought Mr. Brennan already had all that on file.
Maybe the secretary lost it.
I wrote down my first name, Alexia, then blanked on my last name. It took
me a few seconds to remember, Brandt. You'd think it would be hard to
forget, seeing as I have to share it with my bitch of a sister. People
tell me I'm lucky, that having an identical twin makes me even hotter,
and act surprised when they see us fight. They've obviously never dealt
with having a no-talent hack breathing down your neck, acting like she
deserves attention just because she looks like you.
I finished a minute later and looked up too see said sister already
handing me her clipboard. She never did have any patience, and I once
again marveled at how, despite looking like a doppelganger with terrible
fashion sense, she had such a different personality. I guess I got all
the sweetness, brains and charisma, and poor Kelly was left with the
scraps.
As I got up to hand the forms back I noticed that the secretary was
wearing a slight smirk and studying me intently. I don't know why she
looked so satisfied. Yeah, she was cute in a stark, severe sort of way,
like that weirdo sexy librarian fantasy some guys have. But I'm sexy in
the traditional, enduring sense, not to mention a rising star. If she was
sizing me up out of jealousy, surely she realized I was in another
league. And if she was into me, well, I couldn't blame her, but she
should probably hold off until we were in a less professional setting.
I'd sat back down and was still trying to figure out her game when the
other door opened and Mr. Brennan himself strode into the room. He was a
large man who exuded confidence and poise, to the point that I didn't
mind him looking me up and down the same way the secretary had been. He
was a bit old, and not really my type, but there was a certain,
undeniably attractive power about him. I stood and patiently waited for
him to say something. Kelly stood as well a moment later.
"Well, let me just say you ladies truly outdid my expectations," Brennan
said, nodding approvingly. He turned to the secretary, took the forms
we'd just filled out, and gave them a quick glance. "Alexia and Kelly,
eh? Beautiful names for beautiful women. I hope you don't mind giving me
a moment to... refamiliarize myself. I remember your work, certainly, but
there's a few details I want to get up to speed on."
"Did my agent send you the wrong information?" I asked, slightly
confused. The man was busy, but he'd met me before and I'd left a good
enough impression for a callback. What else did he need to know?
"Oh, no, the only error is on my office's end. It's technically a flaw in
our system, but one I find too useful to correct," he said, not looking
up from his reading. "Your agent is perfectly up-to-date on all aspects
of your life, as is anyone else you'd care to ask."
I nodded in affirmation, unseen as Brennan continued going over the form.
I still wasn't sure what he meant, but it didn't really matter. A little
while later he nodded and said something to the secretary before turning
and walking into his office, waving for us to follow. After exchanging a
few sisterly looks and gestures with Kelly, we decided I should enter
first.
Brennan was standing behind his desk when I stepped through the door, and
seemed to be staring through me. I followed his gaze down, past my left
shoulder and to Kelly's chest, where she'd undone several buttons. Her
smiled widened as I glowered at her, and she stuck her cleavage out
further to give the producer an even better look. I kept a straight face
and decided against pulling my own top down a bit. I didn't need to put
my goods on further display to impress him.
Kelly's slutty little gambit only worked for a few seconds, at which
point Brennan coughed embarrassedly and turned red, presumably
remembering we also had faces. The secretary closed the door behind us as
he took his chair, then motioned for us grab seats of our own.
"Well, ladies, I have to say, I was impressed by your performance at the
audition. Not just your acting, though you were both excellent, but the
way you interacted in the waiting room. It really got me thinking," he
said. "The caustic tongues, the light sarcasm, the intimately familiar
accusations, it was all so fascinating."
Oh god, he had someone watching us? I mean, we could get a bit catty off
the stage, but we were sisters. It happens, but when push comes to shove
we are always professionals, even Kelly. Keeping my face blank, I risked
a glance at her. She looked back and gave me a quick, barely perceptible
frown, then put on a fake smile for Brennan. At least she seemed as
nervous as I was.
"Oh, don't look so down! I was honestly intrigued," Brennan said. "I'd
never seen two people who are so abrasive to each other, yet operate on
such a similar wavelength. I've heard you go out for a lot of the same
roles, and I can see why. If you two could put aside your differences,
you'd be quite the duo."
He steepled his hands as he continued. "I'm sure you're both aware of the
pitfalls this production has faced. Yes, we lost our female lead, and
with her the heart of the picture. But then I thought back to you two,
your exquisitely hostile teamwork, and knew I had to harness that energy.
I'll admit you weren't quite ready for the part, and I had to take things
into my own hands a bit, but I'm quite happy with the results."
He was still talking nonsense, but at least it sounded positive. Kelly
was nodding as if he'd said something brilliant. Me, I stayed still and
calm. No one likes a suck up.
"As you probably heard, the infamous rewrite made Hearts in Shadow's
leading lady the villain's right-hand woman, with her betrayal driving
the plot. Well, thinking about you two going at it, I realized we could
improve on that concept. The villain shouldn't have a sexy femme fatale;
he should have a pair of sexy, identical femme fatales! We'll keep the
same general plot, with only one sister defecting, but the added presence
of the other should significantly enhance the picture's emotional core.
Just imagine the intensity of their showdown at the climax!"
We both smiled at the thought of being the evil sister turned good, one
of the headliners of the movie. Well, I smiled, while Kelly's fake little
grin turned real.
"Of course, that leaves us with two gorgeous, talented women, and one
leading role. Both parts are major, but I'm not going to bullshit you.
You can guess which one gets more screen time. I think you've both proven
your chops, so to make the big decision I'm going to put together a
meeting with the leading man," Brennan said. "Probably do another reading
from the script followed by something casual and improvised, just to get
a feel for how you get along and work together. This production is
costing me a lot of money, ladies, and I can't afford to squander the
opportunity."
I wasn't too worried. We may be physically identical, but I'm way funnier
and more charming than Kelly. One evening with that stud of an action
star and sparks would be flying. Brennan would take one look at our
chemistry together and he'll be begging me to be the sister who gets
redeemed. Wouldn't be surprised if our little affair carried on off-
screen, too.
"That sounds great, Mr. Brennan," I said, putting on a pretty, slightly
flirty smile. "I'll let my agent know he should clear my schedule for
whenever you suggest. I'm sure Kelly will, too." My sister shot me a
death stare before voicing her agreement. She should have spoken first up
if she wanted to be heard.
The meeting went on a little longer, with Brennan getting to know us a
bit better. He seemed to be a bit preoccupied with our past, particularly
our time growing up together, but I suppose I couldn't blame him. Men
tend to lose their faculties when they deal with us at the same time.
Charming them is one of the few activities where Kelly and I get along.
Afterwards we filed out of the office. I was a bit disappointed that the
secretary didn't pay me any more attention, but no matter. Kelly and I
were in wonderful moods as we walked out of the building, evidenced by
how we chatted openly and excitedly with no hint of animosity. It kills
me to admit this, but it was nice change of pace, and we needed our
friendliness to last a little longer. We both agreed that this movie was
a big break for the Brandt girls, regardless of who got the lead and who
played second banana. Working together was way more important than
determining who's smarter or imperceptibly prettier. We could put aside
our differences for a bit, because family comes first.
I guess at the end of the day I really do love my sister. But it doesn't
mean I have to like her, you know?
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