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“It seems like most do. If you’re interested, here’s my card. I’d be happy to talk to you more, even if you wanted to keep your current guy for movies and use me for other stuff. You’d be surprised how often that happens.”
“Thanks, I really appreciate it.”
I tuck the business card into my pocket just as Andrew’s client walks out of the doors. He’s a good-looking guy but a bit younger than the casting call asked for. He shakes his head at his agent. “I don’t think this one is for me.”
Andrew shrugs. “We’ll figure something out. Good luck, Spencer.”
“Thanks!”
The two of them leave, and I’m called in by an assistant to take my turn at the audition. It’s for a three-episode stint on a popular crime show. If I get the part, I’ll be playing a charismatic murderer who sends the team on a wild goose hunt. I’ve done the victim thing before, but I’ve never gotten to be the murderer, so it would be fun to get the chance.
I nail the audition. It’s a complete turnaround from when I was on set and flubbed all my lines. I’ve memorized the script like I usually do, and I can do whatever the casting team asks me to. The audition lasts about thirty minutes, which is longer than I expected but seems like a good sign. Everyone is smiling and nodding by the time I walk out of the room.
This is what I needed. I’m back in my element, and I’m back to feeling like I can do anything. That includes joining forces with a new agent. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but I keep pushing it off. Randy’s assertion that I’ll never find anyone new got to me, plus the fact that I got comfortable with the guy. Not anymore. He may have gotten me today’s audition, and if I get the part, he’ll get his cut, but I think it’s time I sever ties with Randy.
I pull out my phone to call my agent and find I already have a text from him. It’s super long, but the gist of it is that he and Candy are going to work on their own business venture, and Randy has decided to step aside from agenting.
Apparently, Randy wanted me to date Candy so she would agree to his plans, but she ended up agreeing anyway. She couldn’t pass down the opportunity to work on some secret project with the guy. He doesn’t go into detail about what he’s doing, but I don’t care.
I respond genuinely. And then my phone rings. It’s Randy.
"I’m glad you’re cool with this,” he says.
“We’ll need to meet and figure out some end-of-contract terms. I’m going to set up a meeting with a new agent.”
“Oh, good,” Randy says immediately. “I was hoping you’d find someone quickly. You deserve to make it big, kid. That wasn’t going to happen with me.”
I stare at my phone, shocked. I expected Randy to go for the split-deal Andrew suggested, where he’d handle the few and far between movie deals, and I could take between TV projects, not bow down completely. This makes it easy on me.
“Let’s meet next week for lunch,” Randy adds. “I’ll bring a final contract. Basically, I’ll get a cut of anything I set up for you and continue with my cut of residuals, but we’ll sever ties. Since I’m shutting down the agency, severing our contract won’t be a problem if you’re okay with it.”
“That all works for me. Thanks, Randy. I hope your business venture is successful.”
“It will be.”
I laugh. Randy does have the confidence to be successful in anything he does. I have no doubt he’s going to do well.
I leave the empty office. Either I was the last to audition, or maybe the others just haven’t shown up yet. Regardless, I feel good about my chances of getting the part. I could see the interest in their eyes.
I get to my car wondering if the last few hours have been a dream. I finally have a solid plan to win Leila back; I’m free from the stifling agent I’ve been trapped with since childhood, I’m probably going to land a really cool role, and I have the opportunity to sign with someone new who specializes in what I care about. It all seems too good to be true.
Then again, I only have a plan to win over Leila, and chances are she will not go for it. It has been months. She might’ve moved on already. Malia would’ve told me, but would Leila have told Malia? Probably not, to prevent word from getting back to me.
Once I’m back home, I settle on the couch and pull Andrew’s business card from my pocket. I dial the number, and he picks up on the first ring.
