"Yeah, I'm sure...sure enough," you say.
He smiles, sliding a contract across his desk to you. "Cool. That's what I wanted to hear. Sign it, and you've got a one movie deal with me, and you'll make fifteen thousand dollars."
You cough in surprise, "Fifteen thousand?" you ask.
"My movies have a very devoted following," he replies, smiling the cocksure grin he's had since you walked in.
"I'm in," you say, signing the contract, signing a bit of your dignity away. Much to your relief, the pen ink isn't blood, and the director doesn't suddenly turn into Satan when you finish signing.
"Great!" he says, reaching over the desk to shake your hand. "As it so happens, we've got a movie getting set to start filming tonight, and I think you'd be perfect."
"T..Tonight?" you ask, "That soon?"
"Yeah," he replies, "Is that a problem?"