03.27.07
‘That morning I was not yet a vampire, and I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely, and yet I can’t recall any sunrise before it.’
Last week of the vocational butt-nugget.
3 days left.
My last morning getting up at 5 AM.
When I was riding the train home yesterday, I was wound up - stress pounding at my temples, neck and back tightened like coil spring, needing to just deflate… And then I remembered an email I got from Producer Lydia, who wanted to meet up and talk some shop.
I tried to remember where she worked, wracking my brains for a direction to stomp towards. Metro, that’s it, that’s where she works. So, I manage to find it, settle down to a pint of Brooklyn lager and wait till her shift starts - trying to release the tension in my neck, watching CNN on the big TV.
Surprisingly, the ale and zoning out to network news does the trick, and by the time Lydia arrives for her shift, I’m relaxed and the days stress is floating away… We talk over a pint and a burger that I had order (damn good one too!) and catch up - her man, the talented and energetic Ninjascott is line producing a TV show out in Texas. I tell her lurid tales of my last days of employment, and eventually we get to the point: I want to do a re-edit of ‘Like a Springsteen Song.’
What I’m worried about is that this is Lydia & Scott’s baby. They wrote it, produced it, acted in it, blood, sweat, tears, dyspeptic ulcers and all. The last thing I need to do is to perform elective surgery on it. Its a delicate place, saying that ‘yer baby is so wonderful, but would look better if we cut this off!’ Not a place that I want to be. BUT.
It is an amazing film - and I want to show them that a little pacing could make it a great film, and I want them to win praise, awards and accolades that the so richly deserve…
And then give me jobs in the future, when they’re rich and famous.
