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That you've got a film crew organized and en route to Scopes Mountain to shoot a music video?"
"That would not be me who's got them organized. That would be Bob. And I told you last week what I was planning."
"You didn't tell me WHERE exactly you were planning to film."
"Is there a problem, Keith?"
"Yeah, I'd say there's a problem," Keith said. "Scopes Mountain has a bad reputation in Eastern Tennessee. You should know that, having been born there. When it gets out to the media that you're filming there, you might get all kinds of weird press out of it — not the kind of publicity you want."
"You mean, like, the shape-shifters and skinwalkers that are supposed to be running around up here?"
"I mean the moonshiners and criminals," Keith barked, "and the fact that up until very recently more people went missing on Scopes Mountain every year than anywhere else in Appalachia. That's why hikers are bypassing it now, even though it's right on the Appalachian Trail."
"You strangely seem to know an awful lot about it."
"I grew up on the peak on the other side of Lake Surepa. And I don't like the fact that you're putting an entire film crew at risk up there."
Jordan rubbed his eyes, still not yet awake. Keith was actually right, given his own confrontation with skinwalkers the previous night. What had sounded like superstition and myth was becoming his reality.
Was he really putting everyone in danger? The logical side of him said yes, but something else inside of him said no and that he had more right to be on Scopes Mountain than anyone else, even those residents who had been there for years and years, and their forefathers before them.
"We'll be a big group," Jordan told Keith. "Safety in numbers. And we're leasing the property from a local woman. "
"I want hourly updates."
"That's not realistic. We'll be too caught up in production."
"Alright. Fine. I want an update this afternoon, and then another one when you wrap up tonight. The crew should be there by late morning."
Jordan ended the call and jumped in the shower. He realized he'd have to wear the same clothes as the day before, but Bob should be bringing a suitcase for him, along with the woman in charge of wardrobe for the shoot.
Jordan left the cabin and headed for Kay's cabin. When he came through the clearing, he saw that Bob and the film crew already had arrived — earlier than expected — and they already were setting up camp. Trucks with camera and sound equipment filled the yard, and Jordan saw Kay talking with Bob on the front porch. As Jordan got closer, he overheard that Bob simply was explaining to Kay the proposed schedule for the next couple of days.
As Jordan walked through the bustle, he shook his head.
If Cephas Mandrell was pissed before, he'd be ten times more pissed when he saw all this.
Up on the porch, Kay beheld the transformation of her front yard with amazement. She then noticed a convertible pull u p. The car was driven by a pretty, slender blonde, who got out and looked a bit lost.
" Who’s she?" Kay asked.
"That's the model who will appear in the music video as Jordan's love interest," Bob said.
Kay felt her heart sink a little bit. The woman was gorgeous, and Kay suddenly felt the little confidence she had gained since cooking dinner for Jordan the night before deflate.
"Are they actually together? Jordan and her?"
Bob looked surprised.
"Oh no — this is just business. They don't even know each other."
Kay should have felt reassured by that, but she didn't. Then she tried to snap out of it. She shouldn't be thinking like this at all. She wa s a married woman after all, to a man she may or may not actually be able to get away from. And, even if she was ever free, reality was setting in that Jordan was a man way out of her league. She had nothing to offer him. Nothing at all.
Bob headed off to deal with the chaos, leaving Kay on her own.
When she saw Jordan heading
"That would not be me who's got them organized. That would be Bob. And I told you last week what I was planning."
"You didn't tell me WHERE exactly you were planning to film."
"Is there a problem, Keith?"
"Yeah, I'd say there's a problem," Keith said. "Scopes Mountain has a bad reputation in Eastern Tennessee. You should know that, having been born there. When it gets out to the media that you're filming there, you might get all kinds of weird press out of it — not the kind of publicity you want."
"You mean, like, the shape-shifters and skinwalkers that are supposed to be running around up here?"
"I mean the moonshiners and criminals," Keith barked, "and the fact that up until very recently more people went missing on Scopes Mountain every year than anywhere else in Appalachia. That's why hikers are bypassing it now, even though it's right on the Appalachian Trail."
"You strangely seem to know an awful lot about it."
"I grew up on the peak on the other side of Lake Surepa. And I don't like the fact that you're putting an entire film crew at risk up there."
Jordan rubbed his eyes, still not yet awake. Keith was actually right, given his own confrontation with skinwalkers the previous night. What had sounded like superstition and myth was becoming his reality.
Was he really putting everyone in danger? The logical side of him said yes, but something else inside of him said no and that he had more right to be on Scopes Mountain than anyone else, even those residents who had been there for years and years, and their forefathers before them.
"We'll be a big group," Jordan told Keith. "Safety in numbers. And we're leasing the property from a local woman. "
"I want hourly updates."
"That's not realistic. We'll be too caught up in production."
"Alright. Fine. I want an update this afternoon, and then another one when you wrap up tonight. The crew should be there by late morning."
Jordan ended the call and jumped in the shower. He realized he'd have to wear the same clothes as the day before, but Bob should be bringing a suitcase for him, along with the woman in charge of wardrobe for the shoot.
Jordan left the cabin and headed for Kay's cabin. When he came through the clearing, he saw that Bob and the film crew already had arrived — earlier than expected — and they already were setting up camp. Trucks with camera and sound equipment filled the yard, and Jordan saw Kay talking with Bob on the front porch. As Jordan got closer, he overheard that Bob simply was explaining to Kay the proposed schedule for the next couple of days.
As Jordan walked through the bustle, he shook his head.
If Cephas Mandrell was pissed before, he'd be ten times more pissed when he saw all this.
Up on the porch, Kay beheld the transformation of her front yard with amazement. She then noticed a convertible pull u p. The car was driven by a pretty, slender blonde, who got out and looked a bit lost.
" Who’s she?" Kay asked.
"That's the model who will appear in the music video as Jordan's love interest," Bob said.
Kay felt her heart sink a little bit. The woman was gorgeous, and Kay suddenly felt the little confidence she had gained since cooking dinner for Jordan the night before deflate.
"Are they actually together? Jordan and her?"
Bob looked surprised.
"Oh no — this is just business. They don't even know each other."
Kay should have felt reassured by that, but she didn't. Then she tried to snap out of it. She shouldn't be thinking like this at all. She wa s a married woman after all, to a man she may or may not actually be able to get away from. And, even if she was ever free, reality was setting in that Jordan was a man way out of her league. She had nothing to offer him. Nothing at all.
Bob headed off to deal with the chaos, leaving Kay on her own.
When she saw Jordan heading
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