Zach (1 级) mail warning

Moved to the city with a bag full of gym clothes and a head full of auditions.
Chasing roles: action stuff, commercials, maybe something that gets me shirtless on a screen bigger than my bedroom mirror.
Close enough to taste, but not close enough to quit my day job.
So while I wait for callbacks, work part-time at a gym downtown.
Not just any gym, my cousin runs the place. Which means flexible hours that work around his classes. Studying acting, scene work, movement.

I knows my body is part of the job. Train it, feed it, pamper it. Skincare routine. Regular trims. Morning runs. Night stretches.
I don’t obsess, but I don’t neglect. Got the kind of discipline that shows.
Blond hair, thick and tousled most days, except when auditions call for slick and sharp.
Blue eyes that don’t wander. They settle. And when they settle on you, it’s like being cast for something you didn’t audition for.
Body’s built with purpose. Nothing bloated or showy. Just lean, strong, flexible. Shoulders that fill out a dress shirt. Core tight enough to show through a tank.
Veins on arms when I lift. A V-line that makes gym mirrors less safe.