5
GARRETT
“I’m sorry, Mr. Moore, you’re not what we’re looking for.”
“Nothing about you fits the criteria.”
“You don’t have the energy we want.”
“Perhaps you ought to return to Pennsylvania.”
That last not-so-gentle letdown was the icing on the cake for my day of going to open calls.
All four had been for a built, dark-haired guy my age, two with cocky swagger I had no issue portraying when needed and cliche gay male which I’d proven over the previous eight months living with Haley I could rock in my sleep.
And yet I wasn’t what the producers were looking for.
I thought of Alec and his family’s influence in Hollywood. Was it possible he’d somehow gotten me blacklisted in retaliation for my shameful mistake? Was there some secret network of whispering behind the scenes that kept pe
