Tequila fills the room with an almost oppressive presence. Pills litter the black carpet which to the frozen Ryan looks like stars in the night sky.
He can barely see his small studio apartment that he loathes. His bright blue eyes are filled with despair and anger.
'It was supposed to be my big break, it had a 100 million budget and a good director.'
In his last moments he thinks of his flimsy agent, his actor friends who constantly look down on him, and his family that he misses.
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The Los Angeles sun hits him and he realizes that he has gone back in time.
'What the hell?'
He is at his backyard in his old apartment that he shares with some friends when he gets a call from his agent.
"I have been calling you for ten minutes kid. I got you an audition for something that you can get. Listen, it's small budget but a great cast and a learning opportunity."
"Okay. what's the title?"
"Margin Call by J.C Chandor. Kevin Spacey, Stanley Tucci, and Demi Moore signed on. 1PM at 6900 Santa Monica Blvd. I text you the information. I gotta go"
Ryan puts down his phone and looks at the hordes of people going about their day. His attractive appearance gets him a few stares but he pays them no mind. He is not going to waste this chance but the reality of the situation catches him.
Why me? I was just a nameless actor that you can pick anywhere in this city. l was supposed to die in that cold room: forgotten and rejected.
He goes back to his crumby apartment to prepare for the role: a young, ambitious analyst in Wall Street. He at least has some things in common. He goes to bed with gratitude, hunger, and most of all hope.