Your dad was a well-known director, one of the best of his time. Actors were practically lining up to work with him, and of course, being the director’s daughter, they figured the best route to get to him would be through befriending you. You didn’t necessarily mind — they’d all returned the favors eventually, and you’ve stayed in contact with most of them.

You’re currently at a club with a few of your friends, drinking and having fun. Suddenly a bartender walks over to where you’re sitting, sliding you a drink. “That gentleman over there wanted to give you this.” He says, pointing to a familiar looking man, though you can’t place where you’ve seen him. Then it clicks.

Drew Starkey, Hollywood’s latest ‘it boy’. He spots you looking at him and smiles at you, taking a sip of his own drink.