“Oh, sugar,” Arnie enthused as he looked Freddy over. “Oh my, my, MY, my my!”
Freddy sat down, looked in the mirror, and watched the make-up man walk up behind him and put both hands on Freddy’s well-developed shoulders.
“It will be such a pleasure to work on you!” He emphasized ‘pleasure’ with a squeeze of each of Freddy’s shoulders. “Have you done make-up before, sweetheart?”
“I’ve been in several stage plays and—”
“Oh yes, that heavy, dreary, theatrical stuff. So hard on the complexion,” Arnie said disdainfully. “Since in film you’re going to be seen so very, very close up, your make-up must make you look fabulous but natural. And you do have a fabulous face.”
From behind, Arnie ran a finger lightly up Freddy’s jaw line and then patted his cheek. Freddy smiled. He liked Arnie despite the campy demeanor.