"It's a horror flick; it's what this Smith guy's making his name on." Rob tells you. "His stuff's notoriously low-budget; he likes to cast unknowns in his films, but the short films he's made have him on the verge of getting a three picture deal from Lion's Gate. If that's the case, I'm sure he's gonna throw a bone to the people who were in his early stuff."
"Yeah, but I don't know," you reply, "Horror? Sure it's the fad now, but horror movies go in and out of fashion so quickly, and I don't want to be typecast."
"Isn't it better to be typecasted for your life, rather than never be casted at all?" Rob counters.
You sigh, knowing he's right. "Yeah, I'll go talk with him," you say, hoping this Jeromy Smith character isn't as big of an asshole as most of the Hollywood types you've met since arriving.
"Great," says Rob, "I'll give you directions to his office."
Rob quickly gives you the phone number and directions to the office of Jeromy Smith, and you head out the door, telling yourself that this might be your date with destiny. You had no idea how true that statement would be, either.