You get the directions to the studio from Rob, and head over right away, wanting to sign the contract before you change your mind. That's what you've always regretted-you wait too long and you miss opportunities you might've had.
You follow the directions, and they lead you into a rather run-down section of LA. You debate the merits of turning the car around, but force yourself to follow through. You don't want to be yet another failed actress in the city of broken dreams.
You find the address, a short, squat building nestled in a rather dingy alleyway, off the beaten path. You see a man waiting outside the building, and shout at him as you pull into a parking space by the door. "You Jeromy Smith?" you ask, barely rolling down your window.
"Kate?" he asks, walking to the car.
He's a pleasant looking fellow, with piercing blue eyes, almost hypnotic. "Why don't you get out of the car and come into my office?" he asks.