It was early afternoon in Hollywood when his computer pinged that he had another email. He didn't immediately open it though, he finished watching the new porn video instead.
He'd learned when he was still a teenager that interupting yourself in the middle of 'things' made it very hard to capture the moment again. As a friend of his in High School said, you shouldn't treat someone you love like that and who doesn't love themselves?
Once the video was complete he opened his account to find three emails. Three rejections he was guessing. The first one was from his agent. A rejection. The second one was from an independent movie studio he had approached on his own. His agent had warned him off them but he thought it would be worth it to get into an independent feature. Surprise surprise he thought as he read it, another rejection.
The final one was an email with a large attachment. Weird to get a script sent directly. Unless, he thought suddenly, it was one of those freaks who tracked actor details down and sent them on their work directly. Master PC said the attachment. Yeah sounded like a freakfest. But what the hell, it might be funny (not on purpose of course but the crazies out there had a certain something).
Once the thing downloaded (he watched another porn video while he waited) a screen came up - Welcome to Master PC - your console to control the people around you.
The first screen faded and a second message appeared reading "Please enter your name".
Cool, some sort of interactive thing, maybe this is some independent studio and not a crazy he thought.
He typed in his name to continue. |