Chapter 3

“Now we have to lose that name. Freddy Perkins is anything but sexy. It sounds like a broken-down, country western singer.”

“Okay,” Freddy said, hesitating slightly, wondering what his mother and father would say. They were very proud of the Perkins lineage back in Newton, Iowa.

“You ever thought of what name you’d like to go by as a famous actor?”

“Well, I always thought Lamont was—”

“Lamont!” Sid laughed. “I just told you we were going for fresh, handsome, sexy heartthrob—not flaming gay.” Sid laughed again.

Freddy felt a prickle of discomfort.

“How about Les?” Sid suggested. “Let’s see. Les…Les. How about Les Barnett?”

Freddy nodded. “I like it.”

“Better see what comes up if I Google that,” Sid said, going back to his desk and sitting at the computer. “Don’t want to give you the name of some has-been or criminal.”

“Hmmm. Comes up with thirteen Les Barnetts, three of ‘em kinda famous. So something else that goes with Les…”