“I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be doing,” Angela said. “I only came because you begged.”
“You didn’t tell her?” Greta asked Jackie.
“She would’ve said no.”
“Jackie,” Greta said.
“Oh, fine,” Jackie said, and turned to Angela. “We’re shooting a music video and we want you in it.”
“You… what?” Angela stammered. “Why would you want me in a video? I’m not an actor.”
“You don’t have to be,” Jackie said. “All we need is a body double.”
“Okay, now I’m even more confused,” Angela said.
“Come on, I’ll show you,” Jackie said.
She led the way back through the crowd and waved to a scruffy-looking Asian man leaning against the front of the building.
“Angela, this is Francis,” Jackie said. “He’s our other double.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said, extending his hand.
Angela shook Francis’s hand and looked into his eyes. A shudder ran down her spine, and her body began to shimmer. She felt her skin rippling, her bones shifting, her muscles twisting, before finally settling back into place.
Francis looked her up and down and said, “So that’s what that feels like.”
Angela stumbled over to one of the vans and Francis’s face stared back from the reflective metal surface.
“Holy shit,” she muttered in Francis’s voice.
“See?” Jackie said. “Body double.”
Angela ran a hand along her cheek, felt the prickly stubble that had sprouted with the new face. She touched her chest and found her bra empty. She didn’t check any further down; she was just relieved she hadn’t worn a skirt today.
“You could have warned me, you know,” Angela said, glancing back at Jackie.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Jackie replied.