When the door to his dressing room opens, Donnie assumes it’s the makeup girl coming back to make sure he’s perfect for the show, like she said she would. But a man comes into the room, leaving the door a jar.
“Hi, I’m James. I’m here to interview you.” The guy smiles, and he reminds Donnie of a shark. He’s an ordinary enough looking guy, tall, blond, not bad looking, but something about James seems off.
“No one told me I was being interviewed,” Donnie says, swiveling the chair he’s in so that he’s facing James and not just looking at him in the mirror on the dresser.