Of course

Grabbing the phone you see the call is from Cindy. “Huh.” You stare for a moment before answering. A pleasant sounding woman’s voice, likely an American, just starts talking, “Hey Kara, Sam wanted me to reach out and see if you have any dietary restrictions.”

You don’t think you do, “No.”

“Great. There will be a buffet of primary sushi and dumplings on the set. Will that work for you?”

On set? “Um, ya, sure, sounds great.”

“Great, great, so Sam wasn’t clear on if you needed us to send a car for you. We need you on set no later than 1 for hair and makeup. Should we send a car?”

No idea where they want you to go, so, “Ya, actually that would be perfect. What time should I expect you?”

“That’s up to you, if you want to come watch us shoot, we could be there within the hour, if you have other commitments we could send it later.”

“I think I’d like to watch. That sounds great.”

“Perfect. Then I will have a car in front of the hotel in twenty minutes or so. See you soon Kara.”

“Okay, thanks, bye.”

You hang up and look around the room. “So I’m probably a porn star.” You say with a laugh. The room isn’t exactly luxury, but would you be in Japan for porn? “This is very weird.”

You look around gather up your things, you find 9000 yen, 39 British pounds, and $30 in American dollars, in a little wallet, as well as a rather professional looking Nikon camera, three different lenses, a small folding knife, and a case for your iPad. You get everything together, put on a little makeup, and head out. You are picked up by a man in his mid thirties in a fancy Toyota, that obviously knows the city well as he drives like a madman. Soon you arrive at the set and are a bit surprised to discover it is a huge bridge. It would appear to be an action movie.

The car stops and a woman also in her thirties, maybe late twenties, opens the door to greet you. “Hi Kara, cute dress.” You look her over and are pretty sure this is Cindy. Long blonde hair, cute wide smile, dressed in a rather stylish long red shirt, fitted blue jeans, and designer hiking boots. She is nearly 6’ tall and is built like a runway model. She shakes your hand and her touch gives you the slightest little tingle, your cheeks even feel a bit hot. “Let’s go get you a drink, a bit of lunch, then get you in wardrobe and makeup. Then we can watch till they are ready for you.”

“Sounds great.” You follow her past dozens of crew, a few people that must be actors who are all dressed in leather or fancy suits, and tons of mobile living quarters. Finally you arrive at a big RV with the word “Food” in several languages, on a sign next to the door.

She points at another RV with a similar sign, “Makeup”, “Head over there whenever you want.” She checks her watch, “They are on schedule right now so you have about three hours till you are needed on set. Daniel tells me your makeup will take under an hour, so take your time. If you need me, I’ll be over at the base of the bridge, or around here.”

“Thanks.” You head into the RV.