The completed project my son, The Actor,
filmed in the first quarter of this year has successfully rolled out onto
the television screens of multitudes in the past four weeks. The experience was a unique one, as it was our first step into the ratings game, and all that comes with being a project for a major network.
I think it goes without saying that anyone associated with a project would like to see said project move forward, as it means employment, and a finished product that can lead to other things. However, as the Big TV Network Execs would have it, The TV Show is not returning for a second season. We received this news after hanging in the balance in this wise ~ only four of the six episodes were shown. The window of
:thumbsup: opportunity slim as the edge of a dime.
Reviews. The good, the bad, the ugly.
The numbers.
High.
The Ratings. Low.
The Cast. Involved with their fans via internet in a manner, the likes of which I had never seen before.
In the end, no dice for a second season. We officially received this news on Monday.
Now, The Actor is a solid child, one capable of great feats of emotional maturity during a season of life that can be labeled turbulent for many. When he received the news, his disappointment was present, yes . . . but so was his presence of mind to move on, move forward, let it be.
I find this so amazingly lovable about him.
So it was that we began Tuesday with a fresh slate. A new horizon stood before us.
What manner of project would now paint the platform? On tap: an audition for tape, a pilot. Only . . .
The Actor was uncharacteristically under the weather.
We bided time and tylenol, in hopes that he'd revive with enough energy to produce a tape worthy of the project. The day waned long, and it appeared as though we'd have to arise early in the morning to complete the task.
Not so fast, said the ringing phone, after supper.
Team Israel was calling, and the news was good!
The Actor has booked a film, we're happy to report ~ and it will be shooting practically in our back yard! New Orleans bound, the news is as a river of water in a dry place, the shadow of a rock in a weary land.
When one door closes, another opens.
Celebrate with us! :D
