Chapter 8
Lou is waiting behind the wheel of an SUV that idles on the curb outside Johnny’s apartment. The vehicle is huge, the kind of transports the military uses for crowd control in the Middle East. The windows are tinted so dark, Johnny can’t see into the back seat, even standing right next to the door. The fact that Lou bothered to show up himself sort of pisses Johnny off—what, he can’t be trusted to listen to his manager’s advice and not bring Brett along?
But at least he won’t be heading to the audition alone. He feels good about that.
As Johnny slides into the back seat, he finds a dog-eared script and a bottle of water on the leather cushion beside him. “How you doing, son?” Lou wants to know. He watches in the rear-view mirror as Johnny buckles his seat belt. “Ready to kno
