A/N Again the disclaimer. I do not know personally anyone mentioned. This is purely a fiction exercise. Also because English is not my native language you may have to excuse some mistakes I may write. That being said I hope you enjoy it. :)

Around the same time you are talking to your new boss Stella, Grant is in a meeting with his agent.

"Are you really serious?" Grant asks a bit annoyed. "A publicist? Why do I need that? What's wrong with the PR agency that's working with us?"

"I think that situation no longer fits us. Come on, Grant, you're getting noticed. I mean, really noticed. As of now, instead of looking for parts and auditions for you to go to, I have to start rejecting some of them as they keep arriving here every day. And the more you get recognized and famous the more you'll need a publicist just for you. Someone who deals with the press, your public appearances, your public image..."

"I'm not gonna change who I am." Grant states seriously.

"I didn't say that. Of course you're not gonna change who you are. See this as help. The publicist job is to help you, not make your life more difficult."

"Still. I think it's a waste of time for everyone."

Michael seems to be a little impatient now. "Really? Are you having memory problems? Last week you were expected to be in a tv show for an interview. And you didn't show up. Why?"

Grant sighs annoyed. "Because no one told me I had to be there."

"Right. Major failure. And you ask me what is wrong with the agency that used to work for us. Seriously? Do you really want me to tell you how that influenced you image in a negative way? People there don't care if it's the agency that fucked up. People there will always remind you as the self-important, careless actor that didn't show up to a scheduled interview. Image is everything in your job, Grant. And no one will want to work with an actor that's not professional, one that doesn't even show up to his professional commitments."

"It wasn't my fault."

"Who cares?! In this business this type of stories goes from mouth to mouth faster than a tweet. The bottom line of the story is that Grant Gustin didn't show up for a scheduled interview and had no excuses for that unprofessional behavior. Who do you think will want to get you for an interview now? Or maybe to play some role? Who can assure them that you won't miss the shootings like you missed the interview?"

"The show wasn't even live. They managed." Grant is now being stubborn.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that. If you want this job, to really be a great actor, you have to want everything that comes with it. Public exposure is just one thing. And you have to deal with that. Now the good news is that you don't have to deal with that yourself. You can let other people do that because it's their job."

"Ok, I get it. I need a publicist." He shrugs.

"Oh believe me, you do. Don't get me started on your twitter..."

"Oh no, not that again. It's my account, I say whatever I want."

"Well, I'm not going to talk about that anymore. I'll leave it for the publicist. But there will come the time you wish nobody messes up with your private life, instead of just blurting it all out on twitter like you do now."

Grant sighs deeply like he's annoyed.

"Remember when you tweeted your phone number? Sure, it was an accident. And you managed to solve it, thankfully you were still practically some unknown guy. Imagine that now."

"I get it, ok? I need a publicist. What now? Do you know anyone?"

"It's all arranged. It's someone from the best agency here in LA. I've talked to Stella herself and she assured me she would assign one of her best employees. You'll have an appointment tomorrow at 9.30AM in their offices."

"Great." Grant says ironically. "So, I get there and then do what?"

"You talk to the person." Michael is almost desperate. "Look, Grant, I know you're going through a rough time right now but try to collaborate here, ok? Like I said, this is to help you. I have already here the contract from the agency. I've run it through our lawyers. Everything is fine. You can read it first though, of course, before you sign it."

"As long as they don't try to change my life and tell me what to do..."

"It's nothing like that. You're being stubborn and a little annoying but I know this isn't your usual you. Eventually with time you'll be back to your normal, pleasant and happy mood. I sincerely hope so. Now go, take the rest of the day off. Do something that you enjoy, go to the movies, I don't know. Tomorrow you have the meeting at 9.30 AM, here's the address. And in the afternoon it's time to shoot some more scenes for 90210. OK?"

"Sure. Do I need to..." Grant's sentence is interrupted by the phone ringing.

"Sorry, hang on." Michael picks up. "Hello? Yeah. Oh hi, Stella! How are you? Yes, I got the copy. I've handed it to Grant already. He'll be there tomorrow morning as we agreed. Oh, you have? And my notes too? And you trust her? Sure, the best, that's what we need. Ok, great. Thank you so much. Ok, bye!"

Grant is looking at Michael. "So? Any news?"

"Just Stella confirming you already have a publicist working just for you as we speak. Ask for this name tomorrow." Michael gives Grant a paper he wrote with your name on it.

"Amazing." Grant comments again ironically.

"Again, remember. This is for your own good, ok?"

"Sure."

"Ok, any more questions? What were you asking before the phone call?"

"Do I need to bring anything with me tomorrow?"

"No, you'll sign the contract there. The rest is her job. She will of course talk to you, ask you questions. Be cooperative. We all have your best interests at heart, ok? Remember, you're the client, she's working for you, not you working for her."

"Ok. I'll behave and cooperate. Thanks. Sorry for being an asshole. You don't have to bear with my crap. This isn't me at all."

"I know. It takes time but you'll get over it."

"I hope so." After a deep sigh, Grant stands up, shake hands with Michael and finally leaves.