That night was…well crazy.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Mack! Tell us what’s it like to be a REAL HERO!?<br/>Was this some kind of publicity stunt?<br/>What is going to happen to your driver?<br/>Is this a hint at your next movie?</span><br/><br/>The press did not leave him alone. Not until he had managed to get back home, the large opulent mansion empty save for his personal assistant. The man silent and stoic as ever, said little about the evening events. In fact, there was little to him that hinted at much of anything, save that he was pleased that Mack was unharmed and he would see to it that no one disturbed for him for the remainder of the evening. It was comforting to have the man there even if how they came to be together was weird. Happen chance and a matter of being in the right place at the right time, Mack saved the man when he collapsed onto some train tracks. Hailed a hero, the young man thought nothing much of it until he started his career and had the very same man apply to be his assistant.<br/><br/>Even when Bevans, an odd name though claims that is his name, was not requested to accompany Mack the man always seemed to be there when he was needed most. The actor assumed that it had to do with him being incredibly dedicated to his job. Which would make sense as Mack demanded perfection from those under his employ. Up into his room Mack collapsed onto the giant bed and soon was lost in a dream filled with snakes, lightning and the promise of danger. It was nearly more than he could bare and just as it would seem that the snakes would swallow the whole world he lurched awake to the sound of someone calling his name.<br/><br/>“I am sorry, Sir” the familiar voice of Bevans filled the room and helped to chase away the last of the dream. “But there was a call from your agent. Something about a new gig to go to?” a silver tray was placed into his lap. Freshly made eggs, bacon, toast and coffee laid before him. “A producer by the name of Hermes wishes to see you for some new hit movie. Your agent said that he would be texting you particulars and urged you to take the audition. Though from how he spoke it was merely a formality…”<br/><br/>The curtains were pulled aside to allow some light into the room and Mack sighed as he picked up his tray to scroll through his messages. Tons of them, as usual, even with this being his personal line people always found a way to get through to him. After thumbing through countless fan and stalker based texts there was one from the producer Hermes.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">We both know that the world is missing out on the star power that is the great Makednos. You have everything that women want in a man and everything men want to be. I can take you to the big time, all you have to do is show up and sign with me and not that loser of an agent you’re working with me. I mean let’s face it we both know he is jealous of you.</span><br/><br/>An address was given after and Mack just stared at the message for a while before Bevans spoke up. “If you have to think about it then maybe you should not go.”<br/><br/>“Do you think I am meant to be more? To have more?” a surprisingly honest question from the man who rarely sought advice from anyone about something so personal.<br/><br/>“Of course, Sir. I think you are meant to do great things.”<br/><br/>Mack grinned, “Me too. Well, since my regular is down for a bit. You will have to drive me.”<br/><br/>“Of course.”<br/><br/>Up to the church they pulled roughly an hour later Bevans out and opening Mack’s door. Into the church the two walked and Mack was already about to regret showing up when he saw a couple of nobodies hanging about.<br/><br/>“Is this some kind of- “<br/><br/>“THERE HE IS! THE MAN WITH THE STAR POWER! THE BODY THAT MAKES THE LADIES SWOON AND MOVIES THAT DESERVE ALL OF THE OSCARS!” shouts from a man who was…flying stilled his complaints. “THEN AGAIN WHO COULD EXPECT ANYTHING LESS FROM SOMEONE WHOSE FATHER HAS JUST AS MUCH STAR POWER! I MEAN HE MADE THE STARS!”<br/><br/>“My who? Listen…um flying guy. Those wires have to be really well made and whoever is operating your rig in the back is spot on because you’re moving like there are no wires at all. But,” the removed his shades and tucked them into the pocket of his leather jacket. “Mack does not work with nobodies like these losers. So, tell that Hermes guy that these better just be the catering staff. As I’m not running any lines with these talent-less wannabes.”