Louisiana, New Orleans.
At Michoud production factory, dawn had just broken, and the sun hadn't risen yet when several trailers drove in, parking near the largest soundstage.
At 7:30 a.m., Martin appeared on set promptly and entered the largest trailer to get his makeup done.
Seeing that the stylist was the same one from the audition, Bruce followed directly into the trailer, watching him closely.
Under Old Cloth's wolfish gaze, the stylist's effeminacy dissipated at lightning speed, returning to that of a normal man.
Bruce simply sat in the corner and watched. He had said he would keep a close eye on Martin, and he intended to do just that.
The other two assistants also diligently worked on Martin's styling.
The makeup process lasted an hour and a half; just before going out, the stylist took a blue hat and carefully placed it on Martin's head, covering all his hair.
Martin stood up, picked up his cane, and took a few steps.
The stylist clapped his hands: "Perfect."
