While listening to Whore of Babylon on repeat, Averie made his way onto the road surrounded by fashionably dressed ladies and gents.
He wasn't a big celebrity in the UK, but the attention constantly sought him out.
He was being observed.
The scantily dressed young ladies watched him the way housewives watched sale adverts.
And men, in their thick gold chains, looked at him the way pitbulls looked at defenseless children.
The former wanted to bang him, and the latter wanted to bang him up.
The nuance did not escape Averie.
Instructed by the second AD, the crew hurried out of the frame.
After casually greeting a few of the car owners and bumping fists with a couple of drivers, Averie took his place at the edge of the sidewalk.
Once the preparations were complete, the AD gave the signal.
"Sound."
"Speed," replied the sound mixer.
"Scene 41, Aston, Take 1," the second AC read, holding the clapperboard in front of the camera.
"Rolling," replied the first AC.
