Johnny’s only up to page thirty of the script when they reach DreamWorks’ studios. The part he’d play hasn’t even appeared yet, and that worries him. He thinks again about complaining to Lou—he wants to be a serious actor, damn it, not the love interest in some campy teenage skit—but he knows enough about the business to know summer movies are usually big draws. And hell, look at Will Smith. Who’d have thought all those years ago that the same dorky kid who rapped without cursing could ever become the box office monster Smith is today? And he did his fair share of crap movies, too. Hello, Wild Wild West?
Lou slows the vehicle amid excited chatter and a steady click click clicking sound fills the air. Johnny looks up from the script to see a crowd of people pressing in around them. At fir
