"Hey Tyler. Whoa, you're not as tall as I thought you'd be." Taylor said, his smile wavered for a moment before returning. "I was asked to bring you the script for the movie." He held out the envelope.
Tyler glared at Taylor as he took the script. "Thanks. I'll be sure to look it over."
"Wait!" Taylor blocked the door as Tyler went to close it. "Sorry. Didn't mean to offend you. I'm just a big fan and was hoping to look over the script with you. I think the studio said that your agent said it would be okay? I guess they could have been mistaken."
Tyler sighed. "Sounds like something Doug would do." He pulled the door open. "You have one hour. I'm supposed to be on vacation and Doug knew that."
Taylor grinned and followed Tyler into the mansion. "Shoes on the rack by the door." Tyler told him, pointing at a rack to the right of the door and just off the carpet. The marble floors and arched ceiling silence his footsteps as they crossed it to the steps leading down to the living room area between the two sets of stairs leading around the foyer up to the second floor. "You want a beer?" Tyler asked, grabbing one from the fridge on the bar to the left of the steps.
Taylor shook his head. "No thanks. If I only have an hour, then let's look over the screenplay."
Tyler swigged some from his glass as he went to the bar stools and gestured for Taylor to sit next to him. "Okay, so what's this movie supposed to be about?"
"It's supposed to be a comedic "underdog to victor" type story following a hockey team composed of parolees getting a new coach that is determined to make the team into winners. They want me for the coach and after my last role, I'm fine with that even though this is a different sport. I'm a little unsure about this particular role for a different reason."
Tyler raised an eyebrow and pulled the screenplay over. "And that is?" He skimmed the first couple pages and both eyebrows went up. "Oh. I can see why you're unsure about it. They want you to get to at least 250 for the role." He skimmed through the rest of the screenplay as Taylor sat there. "So," Tyler finally finished, glancing up at Taylor, "what do you think about it? And have you talked with anyone about that weight and whether you can get to a lower weight or not?"
"Yeah. I have. They really want me to have a pot belly for the role."
"That's more than a pot belly. That's a full fledged gut. What's the timeline for this movie, anyways?"
"Um, not actually sure. They want the casting to be complete within a couple months at least. I think they want filming to start in six months."
Tyler's eyebrows shot up. "I'm guessing you'd have to be at size by that time? That's what," he looked Taylor up and down, "has to be close to a hundred pounds at least! 100 pounds in six months? Damn!"
"No kidding. Actors go through extreme changes all the time but I tried to tell them this is ridiculous but they were insistent. They "want me to look as realistic as possible". To "get into the mindset of the coach who is a big eater and likes the challenge of eating with his bigger players"."
"Okay. I can see where they're coming from," Taylor's jaw dropped, "I'm just saying I see where they're coming from, not that I agree. That's up to you, but considering how extreme this is, do you think you can pull it off?"
"I'm not sure. I'm not sure I want to try. But at the same time, both the producers and my agent were basically begging me to do it. And the producers made it clear that many of the roles were tailored to the actor they were looking for, so it won't be easy replacing them."
Tyler shook his head, sighing. "Yeah, figured you'd say that." He skimmed the screenplay again. "Why in the world did they want me as the goalie?"
"No clue. No clue why they want me for the coach or to be 250 pounds for the role. Why not just 200? I'd still have a good sized pot belly at that weight."
"Why would you want to gain any weight anyways?" Tyler asked.
Taylor shrugged. "I don't have abs like I used to and not having to focus on staying the ripped teen heartthrob I used to be has provided a lot of freedom. There's also a lot of food I've been missing as my dietician has been keeping my weight under control through strict diet and this could at least be an opportunity to eat those things again as much as I want."
Tyler nodded. "I know that one. It's getting harder now that I'm getting older as well. But that is one way to look at it."
"You know what? I think I will take that beer. And do you have anything to eat?"
Tyler shook his head, smirking as he got up to get them something to eat. "You realize that will be extremely intense, right?" he said as he put some frozen taquitos.
"Well, might not be so bad with someone helping me. And the added bulk might not hurt you if you decide to take the role. What do you say?" Taylor looked at him pleadingly.
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