"Okay. Thanks for your time Mr.Shelton," John sighed as he pushed "end call" on his phone. That was the third agent this week who had turned him down. It seemed that there wasn't an agent in Hollywood who wanted to manage him. He'd been in Hollywood for 6 months and the best thing he'd done was a commercial for face cream. He had imagined that by now he'd be on the red carpet, partying with A-listers. Guess life doesn't always work like you dream it will. He slid his phone into the pocket of his shorts and walked out of his apartment and down the street towards the coffee shop. It was the one place he'd found that didn't cost an extreme amount of money. He walked inside and stood in line, checking his phone every now and then for texts from agents that weren't coming.