Free I Represent Sean Rosen by Jeff Baron

hope.
ME:
Actually . . . I’m not really sure.
    Actually, I forgot what I was planning to say because I was thinking I’d like to go to a screening, too.
BRAD:
Okay. I guess I’ll find out.
ME:
I guess so.
    That was easy. Brad sounds like a nice guy. I hope he’s not mad when he finds out that we’re not inviting him to a screening. Maybe I should have told him that it isn’t a screening, so he doesn’t get his hopes up. But Brad doesn’t sound like the kind of guy who would want revenge. If we were having a screening, I would invite him. Actually, when the movie I still don’t have an idea for has a screening, I’ll make sure Brad is invited.
    To: Brad
From: Dan Welch Management
    Dear Brad,
    I manage Sean Rosen. Stefanie asked me to contact you to set up a meeting for Sean to talk to her about his movie idea. Unfortunately, Sean has commitments that will keep him away from L.A., so I’m wondering if they can have this meeting on Skype.
    The best time for Sean is after 2 pm L.A. time. This week is kind of full for him, so if we can schedule the meeting for next week or the week after, that would be better.
    I’m excited for Stefanie and Sean to meet. He’s a unique guy, and this is a cool idea that no one else has heard yet.
    Thanks, Brad.
Best,
Dan
    I read it over about fifteen times. I like the way Dan Welch writes. I’m pretty sure that people in Los Angeles call it “L.A.” Dan wasn’t kidding when he said that no one has heard this idea yet. No one including me.
    I read it again, then I finally hit SEND. Then I shivered. Not because I’m cold, but because I still can’t believe any of this is happening.
    Because that’s what it feels like. Something that’s happening to me, not something I’m actually doing. I know that might be hard to explain to the FBI.
    Dan told Brad I’m going to be busy this week, which is true. Besides my podcast, this is the week we take everyone’s picture for the e-yearbook.
    My school used to have a paper yearbook. Well, it used to have no yearbook, then for years it had a paper yearbook. Then last year the school ran out of money and had to fire six teachers. So now we have an e-yearbook, which isn’t bad except you can’t write in it the way people used to write in each other’s yearbooks.
    Our e-yearbook has an Autograph Wall that you can “write” on, but it’s not the same. I love reading what people wrote in my parents’ high school yearbooks. This one is from my dad’s.
    Jackie, you dog—
    Never forget that night at Gino’s or those nights after bowling or . . . Damn! I forget.
    Stay cool, you fool.
    Tremor
    That’s right. Tremor. Not Trevor. It was a nickname. His real name is Roger. My dad won’t tell me the story of Roger’s nickname. Dad calls him Trem. We ran into him once in a store. I was a little surprised my dad was ever friends with him, but they were in high school a long time ago, and those nights Tremor wrote about in the yearbook were in ninth grade.
    Here’s one from my mom’s yearbook.
    Dearest Elise,
    If we’re lucky, we have one special friend in our life. Someone whose shoulder we can cry on. Someone who can always make us laugh. For me, that friend is you. I’m very lucky.
    Loads of love,
    Dawn
    My mom read that and thought it was the most beautiful thing anyone ever said to her. Until she read her cousin Angela’s yearbook. Dawn wrote the exact same thing to her. Word for word. Most people didn’t know that Angela and Mom were cousins. Dawn, for example. That would never happen on the Autograph Wall.
    One of my jobs on the yearbook is to check people in when they come to get their picture taken. I like it because I sort of get to know everyone in the school. After I check them in, I make sure their picture actually gets taken. Then I put an X next to their name on the list.
    I check the pictures