First Interview

I know . . . I know . . .

There are HUNDREDS of details and plenty of stories to share about Opening Night at Stage 9 ~ today, however? I bring you the story of The Tree.

Yes, you see - The Tree stood between my son, The Actor and I as he gingerly and excitedly stepped his way through his very first Hollywood interview.

We previously had it all mapped out. A perfect plan. Since an audition was occurring within a timely fashion post-phone interview, I, the driver, determined that we'd arrive near our destination, so we'd not be on the road, nor distracted when the discussion began. I'd take L'il Man for a walk and allow The Actor a Cone of Silence in the car.

It just so happened that L'il Man fell asleep, so the need to remove him from the premises was no longer necessary. Upon reaching the intended party, however, the cell phone reception was sketchy.

Nonplussed, The Actor hopped out of the car, redialed the number of his appointment, and began talking with great animation and motion . . . all on the sidewalk of a well-to-do LA neighborhood.

This left me with nothing to do. So, I grabbed my camera, and played paparazzi!

I quickly discovered the task not for the faint of heart.

Just between you, me, and The Tree ~ I think he did a mighty fine job discussing his new television series with Melody Simpson. Don't you? :D

Hollywood The Write Way

Opening Night!

Electrifying is the best word to describe the emotional switch that got flipped when my son, the actor, opened the door to his dressing room! In anticipation of the live performance mere hours away, his management team had sent him congratulatory greetings!

Giddiness just might keep him from being able to adequately focus on the next hours' academia ahead of him . . .

:D

The Show

Hodge-Podge

It's been a busy week for my son, the actor. So busy, in fact, that the schedule really cut in to his regularly programmed sleeping schedule. Not accustomed to rising so early the sun isn't shining, this was the scene Monday afternoon, after a day of rigor:

Yes, he's really sleeping before sundown. :)

Each day has been full, filled with its' own unique set of events. Day One, the Table Read net a few twitpics, originally posted on the fan page of the sitcom's Facebook:

Day Two, plenty of schoolin' and script revision:

Day Three, more run-throughs, and multiple changes of clothing:

Today? Cameras in place, more run through's and pre-shoots. There's always something to do, when your son is an actor . . .

:giggle:

A New Gig

It's All In Who Ya Know

At a recent coaching session, my son, the actor and I were privy to the coach greeting a well-known and popular actor, as he walked in the door of the little coffee shop that we'd employed to go over the scripts.

"Now there is one fine actor!" my sons coach shouted out.

"Why, those are good words to hear, first thing in the morning!" the man replied, with a broad, beaming smile.

He made eye contact first with the coach, then me, then my son, as a few more pleasantries were exchanged.

I looked square into his face with absolute recognition that he was indeed, a very common sight on television and movies. His full length wool coat kept him safe from the unusual high winds and chill in the air in Southern California, and the coffee he ordered served to warm him from within.

Soon, our immediate conversation came to a close, and it was time to go.

I had meant to ask Coach the man's name after he left ~ after all, even though I recognized him, I certainly couldn't remember his name! However, the thought escaped me, and we were off, before I could do so.

I decided to text Coach, to make up for lost time in the matter:

Me: I forgot to ask . . . the man you gave a shout out to this morn ~ I recognized him, but I couldn't place his name?

Coach: Me neither . . . whoops!

Me: LOL That's great! I'm not an entertainment industry flunkie after all! lol

Of Scripts And Things . . .

A bevy of activities on the table today ~ coaching, auditions, word-waiting on other projects.

My son, the actor? He's thrilled to be back in the mix. :)

{{SQUEALING}}

Omigosh! How exciting!! In two weeks, the Cast and Crew will be gathering together for our first sneak peek at the finished product!!

{{Squeal!!!}}

The Melding of Moments

My son, the actor and I had scarcely gotten out of the car when I heard my name shouted from a nearby car.

Startled, I looked up. 2000 miles from from home, and in town less than 24 hours ~ who on earth could possibly know me??

My son was already embracing the blonde bombshell of a girl.

What fun! A film-mate, also arriving at our destination for an audition. The same production, even!

As we waited in the lengthy line, it was wonderful to reconnect, and discuss, know, and be known.

In a city of millions, familiarity bridged the gap between home and big city.

Twenty Ten Begins In Hollywood

And there's no time to waste! :giggle:

Rolling into town, we drove right past our digs, so that My Son, The Actor, could connect with his coach.

Today?

A full schedule.

We're here, and ready for another adventure.

Hang on to your hats, folks . . . it's gonna be a fun ride!

:D

It's All A Misunderstanding . . .

The Dad sauntered up to the table during his lunch hour a few days ago, and joined two co-workers, one brand new.

Said CoWorker 1 to Newbie, by way of introduction: "Hey! The Dad's son is an actor in Hollywood!"

"Really?" queried the Newbie.

"Yup." said CoWorker 1, with a sense of bravado. "His boy has a supporting role in an upcoming movie."

The Dad pipes up. "Not a supporting role, my friend. A lead role."

"No way!" retorted CoWorker 1. "He's not the main character!"

"Right, but he is a main character. My boy is a lead. He's important to the story line." replied The Dad. "There are three levels of status in a show. Lead, Principal, and Extra . . ."

"But the movie isn't about Israel!" CoWorker 1 yet declared, emphatic to point out his perspective.

"Huh?" said the Newbie, now thoroughly confused. "What's Israel got to do with this?"

Chuckling, The Dad clarified. "Not the nation Israel . . . my son's name is Israel . . ."

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hehehe! :D