Monday can’t come soon enough. All weekend long, Johnny’s on edge—every time his cell rings, he’s sure it’s Lou with news from the audition. They want to schedule a screen test, or they’ve lined up a dinner to introduce him to the rest of the cast, or they’ve made their decision and when can he swing by to sign the paperwork? Twice he dials Lou’s number and stares at it, his thumb hovering over the SEND button, sure his manager knows something he doesn’t.
Twice he closes the phone without connecting the call.
Brett tells him not to worry. “Your headshots are amazing,” he reminds Johnny. It’s early Sunday morning and the two of them are barely dressed, Brett on the sofa watching the game and Johnny pacing aimlessly with his cell in his hand. Brett glances up every time he passes by. “Ro
