Scripts come and go. Ideas are forever... or some shit. Dylan had been spending nearly hours flipping through scripts, clicking on pdfs he had been sent, in order to see if any really hooked him and made him want to act in them. And sure, some of these ideas were really good... for someone else. He needed something new. He had played so many son characters, so many college kids, so many heart throbs. He had acted in real gritty films before, too! Where were those film scripts? His eyes had glazed over slightly as he tossed another script to the side. He was really to give up on this, maybe take another break from acting for the year. Maybe it wasn't too late to plan to go to Paris Fashion week and chat up the models? He had began to stand up when he nodded the scripts slide slightly, making him groan slightly as he went to quickly fix the pile. And then he saw the script at the very bottom. He hadn't noticed it before but... the name of the script was intriguing, and the scriptwriters name... Huh. That's a name he hadn't seen before. So, this was a new writer? ... Hmm. He sat back and began to read, not expecting much... and then he kept reading... and kept reading... and by god. He looked up to his assistant once they entered the room, and he held the script out to them in an expectantly fashion. "Get me this person's number," He said in a commanding tone, "This is the one."