Most of Harry’s life has sucked. He was always told he kinda looked like Stark, but more messy and pathetic.
When trying to escape a burglary gone wrong he ended up in a casting session, winning over the producers who wanted to screen test him for a role.
At a Hollywood party he met Perry.
The rest of the story is a sad Hollywood plot that even he couldn’t get his head around. By the end of it, he discovered the role went to Kirk Lazarus. The bastard.
Perry showed up, kidnapped him, and took him to Spain to explain about past lives and Vampires. Harry wished he had told him before he lost his fingers! He agreed to be Turned and the two Mated soon after.