Joey thought he was joining some kind of performance division of the regular Boy Scouts when he answered his first talent scouts classified add. It was a small bulletin; new talent needed! Talent scouts, he thought, picturing winning a badge for reciting a self-written monologue from memory.
For his initiation into the talent scouts he would have to help an old starlet across the street, and fake make-out with a girl he never met for ten seconds on camera. He would make Eagle talent scouts if it was the last thing he would do.
When he finally learned the awful truth, it was too late. He was signed up for improvisational acting classes, booked for a four-week shoot in Vegas, and was set to have drinks that Friday with his own, and a group of eight other talent scouts getting together to discuss a concerted effort to literally make him a star overnight.