Seems to Be Something Else
I looked up from the card and stared down the street in the direction he’d gone, but he was no longer in sight.
A movie producer. Or was it just a ploy? Anyone can have business cards made to say anything. It was no guarantee this guy was on the level. I pocketed the card, and decided to head home.
Over the next few days, my mind wandered back to Mr. Paramount Pictures fairly frequently. It wasn’t him so much as the opportunity he might represent that had caught my interest and imagination.
I finally picked up the phone and dialed the number on his business card. After only one ring, the call was answered. “Paramount Pictures, Dan Stringer’s office,” the crisp voice said.
“Hi there. Uh, may I speak to Mr. Stringer?”
The voice replied, “May I ask who’s calling, please?”
I paused for a moment and then said, “Someone who’s going to be famous.” I smiled.