my agent says, handing me a script.I raise an eyebrow as I look it over. “You’re fucking joking, right?”“I’m not fucking joking. Do you want to get typecast? You just finished the Batman remakes. You’ve got two more seasons of Shadowland. Don’t get me wrong, Aiden; you’re good playing the misunderstood hero. It’s time for a change before that’s all you can get. You’ll get old someday, and old actors don’t play superheroes,” he says back without missing a beat. After four years as my agent, Thomas doesn’t put up with my shit.“I know.” I plow my hand through my hair. It’s down to my ears and annoys the fuck out of me. I keep it like that only for my character in Shadowland.“Look.” Thomas takes off his glasses and leans forward, and I know he’s about to say something blunt. “You want to be a household name, right?”“Of course,” I say back. “I am—”“No,” he interrupts. “You’re well known with the action genre fans, but not with everyone.
