Chapter 150: Celebrity Entourage Companion
"Sorry, sir." Duke was stopped just as he reached the backstage entrance. "You can't go in here."
"I'm a director..."
"I'm sorry..."
It was obvious the man had no idea who he was. This was the tragedy of being a director in this era. Unless a film was actively dominating the box office or generating explosive gossip, the general public rarely paid attention to the people behind the camera. It was perfectly normal for fans to love a director's work yet have no clue what they looked like.
Duke felt a bit helpless. After accompanying his mother here the previous night, he had specifically checked the posters for 42nd Street, confirming that a familiar name was indeed listed. He had carved out time to visit again tonight, only to be blocked at the door.
"I'm a director, and I'm looking for one of your actors to star in my project."
It was the honest truth, but the guard clearly didn't buy it. He had probably seen his fair share of con artists try to use that exact excuse to sneak backstage.
"Who are you looking for? I can pass on a message."
"I'm looking for Miss Jones." Duke handed over a card. "This is my business card."