He picked up his personal phone. Before he could talk himself out of it, he typed a text to a number he had never deleted. Sadie. I'm narrating the audiobook of Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow. I'm on chapter 37. I think I finally understand. I'm sorry. He hit send and stared at it. No response. He didn't expect one.
The producer, a no-nonsense woman named Leona, handed him the annotated script. "We're doing a full-cast immersion. You'll be Sam. We're casting a separate actor for Marx, and a third for the supporting roles. But Sam is the soul. He's the wounded genius. You've got him." tomorrow tomorrow and tomorrow audiobook
Arthur smiled. "Tomorrow," he said.
So when his agent, Mira, called with the offer—"Arthur, it's Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow . They want you . It's the biggest fiction release of the year"—his first instinct was to say no. He picked up his personal phone