Seems to be Me
I never really talked to Dan; the other voice on the phone just kept chattering annoyingly.. “We’ll send you a letter once he hears about you.”
“Okay. thanks. bye.” The words were my typical ending to a phone call.
So Bigshot couldn’t talk to little old me? I didn’t make a deal out of it. The letter would explain it all.
I hoped it would.
I hoped it wasn’t a scam.
How many people are asked to be in a movie? That sort of thing doesn’t happen every day, you know..
And why me?
Had I done something to impress this Dan Stringer? For that matter, was the card number he’d given me just a fake, a joke? Why had he even noticed me in the first place? All I could remember doing was having two, three… maybe six drinks at most. But I’d only had three, I think, before talking to him.
Okay, so I don’t remember much from that day.
But I had a lot of questions.
One that lingered in my mind the most was the one that would answer most others.
Why me?