My Son, The Actor

Two Miles Of Sharing

2010-09-14T23:23:00.000-07:00

I can't think of a better way to fire up the blog again, than by sharing photos of today's extravaganza! My son, having been invited to join Zach Bonner in finishing up his cross-country walk to raise awareness of homeless youth across America, put in his two miles of sharing. Walking alongside young and old alike, the beautiful Santa Monica day was pristine, the perfect weather in which to get the word out.

Marching across pedestrian walkways in droves to Zach's destination on the Santa Monica pier, the group trekked one of America's cities wearing the highest rate of homelessness as a badge..

As Zach spoke, not full of self-aggrandizement of his own remarkable achievement, but of the statistics associated with homeless youth, one could not help but take note of the homeless individuals about the pier itself.

There they were, unassumingly present, mostly unaware of all of the hub-bub, involved in their own self-absorbed state of being. The mayor gave a brief address, detailing several families of single women living in their cars, with their children. Heartbreaking.

Zach's efforts have not gone unseen. Corporations have aided in funding for various homeless measures nationwide, and Office Depot has generously gifted "ZachPacks" - backpacks filled with notebooks, pencils, and the like, in an effort to put a tangible note on the streets that those who live there are acknowledged.

Congratulations, Zach! The mere two miles we put in were but a drop in the bucket. May the fruit of your labor be rewarded by greater knowledge of the need to intervene in this growing problem.

When Night Falls . . .

2010-07-02T06:56:00.001-07:00

Grueling heat indexes; humidity to high heaven; dusky takes and reels . . . all of these my son, The Actor had accomplished with nary a complaint. Last night was a first, however ~ filming in the inky black of night.

Crewmen and women, tugging and pulling on heavy equipment stood silently during takes, and moved with dexterity between them. Crickets began their song, and baby frogs began hopping across the cement floors of the cityscape.

The cast moved between their places, to a makeshift seating arrangement; all illuminated by floodlights piercing the darkness.

What a process, this filmmaking!

Affirmed.

2010-06-18T06:21:00.000-07:00

We were scheduled for filming at the Riverwalk. It was an especially steamy afternoon, and the crew set up a makeshift tent on the lawn overlooking the water, and the walk itself. All the moms had taken up a seat on the cement staircase nearby, just below the actors and actresses seated under the canopy prepared for them.

Curious passersby soon began meandering through.

One particular woman stopped to inquire of all the goings-on.

She was told, clearly, as to what she was viewing, right down to the 'star power' of those she was looking at. One little girl in particular held her keen interest. That little girls' Momma had just finished detailing the daughter's latest resume' endeavor, a popular show on network television.

The stranger peered under the canopy with her hungry-to-see eyes.

Those eyes, growing wide, turned to us with amazement. The woman spoke: "Why you're RIGHT! That is her!"

. . . as if we didn't know, or had somehow misspoken . . .

:rolleyes:

LOLOL

The Gang Takes Shape . . .

2010-06-16T09:50:00.000-07:00

Eight days into filming, the gaggle of teenagers that comprise the cast have begun to show their true colors. Friendships are being formed over on-set jokes du jour, and the close proximity in the hair and makeup trailer.

Perhaps the signature definition of the project thus far has been the remake of "Wanna Be A Billionaire" . . . so far, us parents have been innundated to such a degree that we can now sing the song in our sleep, and play the chords verbatim. :)

So it goes . . .

A Grueling Work Week

2010-06-13T06:09:00.000-07:00

The Actor engaged his trade under some intense conditions this past week. Extreme and unseasonably hot and humid weather beat upon the cast and crew as they worked outside tirelessly to capture the scenes necessary; followed by a series of days wherein they stood for hours on their feet, with very few breaks, on concrete floors. Nary a word of complaint was heard from any of them - it was great to see such a fantastic work ethic from them all!

It was also Dad's first time on set, as he took my place at the close of the week, experiencing first hand the detail and nuance of what it means to be behind the scenes in the production of a movie. All in all, we couldn't be more thrilled with the professionalism of the production company, the hard-working crew, and the noble character of the cast.

Here are a few snapshots from the week! Enjoy! :)

One Project Begins, As Another Is About To Release!

2010-06-06T09:02:00.001-07:00

What an exciting way to start off the Summer of 2010: beginning work on a new movie project, on the cusp of last summer's efforts about to be released! Don't miss this flick! It's going to be a fantastic show! Coming soon to a theatre near you!!

Warehouses, Wood, and Work

2010-06-03T08:02:00.000-07:00

What do you get when you combine the three items listed in this blog title? You get The Actor and his fam, on location, ready to put forth some cinematic effort! :D

We arrived yesterday to discover some very comfortable accommodations waiting for us. I might just be in a photographers heaven, there is so much architecture and character to the area! See for yourself:

The courtyard of this warehouse-turned-condominium building is a sprawling area, with many quiet nooks. Some reserved for outdoor entertainment; some for quiet reflection; some for simply enjoying nature . . . the privacy afforded here is an urban-dwellers dream!

Even the feral cats think so, as they slink out into the open areas to steal away food left for them by renters and homeowners. This sly sire of a cat thought he was watching us undetected, hidden away in the lirirope . . . but we knew he was there!

Of course, there was plenty of evidence to remind us we were in the heart of the city! Such as the water tower, which loomed large above the courtyard, it's tall, lanky legs being hidden by the landscaped trees and shrubbery:

And, who can forget the night time city scape that is always mesmerizing from the top floor:

All the outdoor amenities and visuals are certainly wonderful . . . but indoors? Oh. my!

Today on tap? Wardrobe, rehearsals, and meeting the others! It's going to be a grand day! :D

Ramping Up . . .

2010-05-23T14:25:00.000-07:00

The Actor just received the request from The Wardrobe Department for his measurements ~ I'm almost afraid to pull out the tape measure, lest I find my little boy has grown even more!

Also, the preliminary schedule has landed in the inbox. Not too many days hence, we'll be On Location!

WoooHooo!! :D

The Good News, Bad News Game

2010-05-19T06:51:00.000-07:00

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

Worth Their Weight In Gold

2010-04-22T17:01:00.000-07:00

Acting Coaches.

Acting Coach.

Ours.

Our Favorite Acting Coach.

We need him. He fills a vital role in the audition process, and relieves the parental unit any undo stress and strain within the parent/child relationship.

You know ~ the age old dynamic of one's child listens better to someone else than the parent? It operates even within the bounds of putting an audition on tape.

As the Mom, wearing multiple hats comes naturally, however, some hats are best left to a professional. In the entertainment industry, that's how it should be: the Acting Coach coaches the Actor, the Mom drives. Case in point:

Thanks, Patrick! We love you (and miss you!) :D

Sensational Sixth Grade

2010-04-21T14:18:00.000-07:00

Sixth grade marked a turning point for my son. It was the year our family began homeschooling in earnest. Sure, his older sister had homeschooled her senior year of high school - but that was different. This? This change to the schedule was prompted by various reasons, brought to the forefront by Hurricane Katrina.

Little did we know, those years ago, that the decision to home educate would be such a benefit to our family's forward motion to come. Without the flexibility provided by homeschooling, we'd be sitting ducks in this industry.

Yet, elementary school held alot of pleasant, memories for my boy. So, when the opportunity to give back, and reconnect came along, he was all over it with joy.

Here are photos from a recent book signing at West Wortham Elementary school ~ my son donated a copy of the novel upon which his upcoming movie is based. Then, he gave a presentation about what it is like to work as a thespian, and the importance of reading.

Here, he is educating the class about scripts, and how they are read and written differently. He directed this set of children in a small scene from the movie.

Ready for some Q & A ~

Handwritten notes with an autograph!

Some favorite and past teachers: The Librarian, Mrs. Debbie; Gifted Class, Mrs. Trigg; and Third Grade, Mrs. Martin:

The event was enjoyable for everyone!

For Posterity's Sake

2010-04-12T07:34:00.000-07:00

What a thrill it was to see my son, plastered all over the front page of the local newspaper! Since the online version of the article will disappear for all but subscribers in a couple of days, I've decided to keep a copy here, on My Son, The Actor. :)

All text to come, Copyright the Sun Herald, Biloxi, MS:

Southern star

Saucier teen’s sitcom, movie ready to premiere

By ROBIN FITZGERALD - rfitzgerald@sunherald.com

SAUCIER — When he’s not chillin’ with friends or playing paintball in the piney woods of Saucier, Israel Broussard is hangin’ in Hollywood with actors and meeting teen hearthrobs.

The contrasting lifestyle is like a roller-coaster ride for the 15-year-old South Mississippi native. His rural neighborhood’s so quiet you can hear the birds sing and the crickets chirp. It’s no longer unusual for a limousine to pick up the budding actor for a flight that lands him in the hustle, bustle and glamour of Los Angeles.

“It’s been way cool,” said Israel.

PHOTO COURTESY OF BROUSSARD FAMILY Israel Broussard is shown with the Hollywood sign in 2008. It was the year the teen actor from Saucier had his first limo ride. He filmed two commercials that year and appeared in the lead role of ‘Flyboy,’ a short film not yet released.

GALLERY:Southern star

The teen with tousled hair and boy-next-door good looks is here at home with his family now, awaiting the releases of his latest acting jobs in a television situation-comedy and a movie directed by Rob Reiner.

He has a recurring role in “Romantically Challenged,” an ABC sitcom that debuts at 8:30 p.m. on April 19. The star is Alyssa Milano from “Charmed,” a long-running television series. The movie, “Flipped,” premieres in September.

In the sitcom, Israel plays Milano’s son, Justin. Six episodes have been filmed and he’s in two of them, including the first episode.

“If the audience likes it, I’ll be a season regular,” he said.

In a visit at Israel’s home this week, he was barefooted and wore jeans and a My Chemical Romance T-shirt. He likes rock music and posting messages on Facebook and just-for-fun videos on YouTube. He says his 2-year-old brother, Keller, “always steals the show” on the videos. Israel doesn’t seem to mind.

Israel, his mom and younger brother went to Los Angeles in January to tape the pilot for the sitcom. They rented two rooms in a home owned by an actress.

It’s his first appearance in a television show and it’s filmed before a live audience. The first day on the set, he didn’t know what to expect and the crew was too busy to tell him. He was handed a page of lines and told to memorize it in 30 minutes. He did and felt good about how it turned out.

The second day, he moved about during filming and accidentally hit Milano. She flinched but stayed in character.

“I felt bad about it,” Israel said, “but she’s just amazing. I’m learning a lot by working with adults who have a lot of acting experience. One take is all you get when it’s recorded live.”

Israel has a supporting role in “Flipped.” The movie is about friends with opposite personalities who have feelings for each other. It’s set in the late-50s to mid-60s and was filmed in Ann Arbor, Mich. Israel plays Garrett, best friend of the lead male character.

Israel said he knew he was in the right place when he drove up on the set the first day of filming. He saw a big truck with “Meathead” printed on the side. Israel recognized actor-director-producer Rob Reiner’s nickname from “All In The Family,” which debuted 15 years before Israel was born. Israel plans to be in Hollywood for the movie’s premiere.

“I love Hollywood, but after about a month of being away, I miss it here,” Israel said. “They have no trees or lakes. They have dry mountains and freeways.”

Israel likes both lifestyles but hates home schooling. It stunts his social life, he says, though he realizes it’s the only way he can pursue an acting career without uprooting his family. His mother, Angela, put aside her Mary Kay cosmetics business to be a full-time homemaker, tutor and chaperone for Israel’s business trips.

She and Keller travel with him. Their longest trip so far lasted six months. His father, Gil, a computer programmer for Hancock Bank, stays home with Aubrey, Israel’s 17-year-old sister.

Israel is one of seven siblings. Four of them are adults who’ve left home. His family shares a large mobile home across the road from Riverline Lake. Their wooded backyard is perfect for paintball.

Israel became an actor by a stroke of luck. He tagged along to community theater productions with Aubrey. At 12-years-old, Israel performed in “The Miracle Worker” in Biloxi and “To Kill A Mocking Bird” in Gulfport.

In late 2007, his sister heard about a talent agency’s visit to Biloxi. She wanted to try out for a role on the television series, “Suite Life of Zack and Cody.” Israel auditioned, too. His sister didn’t get the part, but a talent agent signed him up for possible acting jobs.

“That was the hardest night of my life,” said Israel. “I hated it for my sister.”

A commercial he made for Walmart in 2008 is still airing. He’s the guy holding a laptop computer.

“Twelve hours for two seconds on screen,” Israel said, “but it was worth it.”

He then filmed a commercial for ABC’s “Opportunity Knocks” reality game show and played the lead role in “Flyboy,” an animated/real-life short film not yet released.

In 2009, Israel spent five weeks filming “Flipped,” his first movie.

In one scene, his lines were a tongue-twister and he had to speak while walking through a crowded school hallway without bumping into others. “It took 20 takes for me to get it right,” he said. “I felt bad about taking up everybody’s time.” Months later, Rob Reiner took him aside and showed him the clip. Israel’s mother said Reiner wanted to reassure him it’s the finished product that matters.

Israel has attended two invitation-only fundraisers for celebrities. They introduced him to experienced young actors, including Kyle Massey from “That’s So Raven” and “Corey in the House.”

At two auditions, Israel was one of two actors in the final round. One was for the role of the son in CBS’s “The Good Wife.” The other was to portray actor Ashton Kutcher as a young teen. The other guy was selected both times.

But one of those directors told Israel he “glowed the room” with his audition.

“That was worth the experience,” Israel’s mother said.

With professional work to his credit, he’s now able to study scripts and tape auditions at home and send them to agents via the Internet.

“I don’t look at it as competition,” Israel said. “If they like me, they will hire me. If they don’t, another part will come along. It’s hard work when the filming starts, but I really enjoy it. I’m having fun.”

SunHerald Photographer: Amanda McCoy

Don't Miss It!

2010-04-03T14:16:00.000-07:00

Monday, April 12, 9:30 EST on ABC! The Opening Show ~

http://www.rbr.com/tv-cable/tv-cable_ratings/23038.html

Celebrating Other's Milestones

2010-03-19T12:04:00.000-07:00

My son was showered and ready to go in fifteen minutes flat ~ a record, really. It came at the close of a busy, whirlwind kind of day, one that culminated in a social event that was sure to please.

And please it did.

We arrived at the posh digs with the multitude, all seeking a place within at the various functions that were going on. Navigating our way through the myriad of hallways and foyers, we finally found our destination, and the reason why we were there.

The Vocalist had released an album. A teen songbird, celebrating alongside his production team and musicians. There were plenty of folks out to celebrate with him.

Among those present, were familiar faces:

The Soap Opera Beauty . . .

The Manager, and the Management Team:

Friends known . . .

. . . and friends found new . . .

One thing was quite certain. My son, The Actor, had a very, very good time!

In two weeks, The Vocalists' album will be released at Wal-Mart stores nationwide! Stay tuned for news on "Whatever You Need"!

Furry Formalities

2010-03-14T11:08:00.000-07:00

It was a bow-wow of a great time last night, as my son, The Actor took Annie Hall the Border Collie to her very first publicity event. Oh, all right. It was The Actor's first official PR event as well ~ but whose counting? :D

A great time was had by all, fur and flesh alike!

Raising awareness of responsible dog ownership, the Four Legged Friends Foundation put together a great group of animal advocates, animal lovers, and dog enthusiasts.

Nancy, Stop Nibbling Your Nails . .. !

2010-03-12T22:35:00.000-08:00

"Just wait until you've done two network tests in one day. It'll take you to a whole new level of neuroses."

- The Manager

In Summary . . .

2010-03-12T08:44:00.000-08:00

This morning my inbox housed a link provided by the GilGuy, which took me straight to a review of last night's taping of the new sitcom. Since this individual has commented several times on the show, I was familiar with the site. While we were not present at last night's filming, I do agree, based on last week's experience, as to the atmosphere and camaraderie that has been developed on set.

Take a read for yourself, and enjoy an objective, behind the scenes look at this new series!

Cabozone

Chemistry Reads Throughout The Generations

2010-03-10T21:45:00.000-08:00

In anticipation of an audition by The Actor called a Chemistry Read, I placed a phone call to my husband. Chatting about this read my husband remarked:

"You know, when I was 15, I was doing Chemistry Reads also . . . and placing top in the state!"

Of course, he was speaking of actual beakers and formulas; mineral composition and the Table of Elements.

Oh, what different personnas they are - the father and the son! Oh, what different paths their lives seem to take . . .

Nevertheless, the Chemistry Read in Hollywood is a very good thing.

Welcome to Hollywood, Daddy-O.

:)

Soothing The Clamoring Crowds

2010-03-09T20:58:00.000-08:00

Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . I've been tardy on the recent posts. All my creative energies have gone toward revamping this blog site. And besides: it's not so easy keeping up with this lad, let me tell ya!

So, today, a gratuitous quick pic: a moment with Hair and Makeup, taken just moments prior to the taping of the most recent episode last week.

When he's not auditioning, or schooling, or taping, or sleeping - he's busy at work writing his very first screenplay. I've stood back and watched as he diligently puts his thoughts to paper, this time, in script-speak. I'm excited to read it.

Who knows what is around the next corner? I'll keep ya filled in more regularly, folks. I promise. :D

That Signature . . .

2010-02-15T11:45:00.000-08:00

During the filming of the most recent movie, my son, The Actor, had ample opportunity to pen his name in the book, or upon the notepad of several. It was during one particularly elongated autograph session that The Actor came to realize that there was a better way to stamping his name, than to print. While he was adept as cursive handwriting, as all 15 year olds certainly are, he was content up to that point with a simple signature. Fitting it was, for his life up until that fateful day.

He immediately set about to find his signature style. Practice, practice, practice . . . until, finally, he set his heart upon a new "John Hancock". He has used it with flair over and over again. It's befitting him. It suits his new endeavors. It works. :)

Recently having the opportunity to attend a public screening, the new, fresh face of Hollywood was quickly engaged for none other than: his autograph.

Sign he did. Several folk walked away happy, having spoken to, and having received a simple gift of signature from The Actor and a couple of his Cast mates.

I was gifted with the priviledge of taking photographs. (Although that's no surprise!) lol

So, here we have a charming photo of The Actor and some new Adoring Fans: Mary Jane, and Brisa.

Beautiful young ladies, who, I understand from their mother, are already preparing their friends and family to catch the flick as soon as it hits the theatre's in September!

Paperwork

2010-02-13T10:04:00.000-08:00

I'm about to educate The Actor on the finer points of deductions and withholdings, and the papertrail thereof.

He Said It Better Than I . . .

2010-02-07T09:12:00.001-08:00

It's morning, and my husband has already been surfing the web as if it were his own electronic Sunday paper.

Direct deposited to my inbox, this little item from the CaboZone.

Gee. He said it better and more succinctly than I.

Theatre On Steroids

2010-02-04T09:50:00.001-08:00

I had stayed up late reading the first draft of the script, set for a Table Read the next day. I secretly wondered how this would all go down, but I shouldn't have! Sitting in a room full of producers, all huddled about a table lined with the Cast, I, too, heard the words on the page come to life for the very first time.

My son, The Actor, sat amongst the Cast, contributing.

I was stunned. Bring words to life they did . . . and I laughed throughout the presentation. All too soon, it was over, and the real work about to begin. The 50 pages of dialouge would be honed and go through many revisions before the final edit made it to film.

Monday.

Tuesday.

Wednesday.

Thursday.

Take after take; revision after revision; change after change.

It was theatre on steroids - a play of sorts, which began one way, but was becoming something quite refined from the original.

A real-time creative collaboration between the Writers, the Producers, and the Cast.

The script changed so many times, one was privy to watch the Cast not in the currently-rehearsing-scene going over the new set of lines handed down in the latest script document of the day.

Finally, the show had to go on.

The final revision was ready . . .

or was it?

As a squirming audience sat in the stadium seats, high above the multi-camera operation on the floor below, the lights were dimmed and Action! declared.

Laughter graced the studio.

Act One, Scene One went off without a hitch.

Act One Scene Two - CUT!

The Director paced, the Producers huddled, the Cast consulted.

Assuming their places, the audience was stunned, then laughed uproariously as the INSTANT REVISION of the script played out before our eyes . . . and it was PERFECT!

The proper way to end the scene; the most likely ending to the hilarity that had gone on before.

Truly, the night was filled with such surprises. A theatre production carries great weight, but none so amazing as that which we witnessed Opening Night: instantaneous story line revision.

The experience made for a memory like no other.

Now, the wait begins to see what they put together as the final product . . .

Creative Congratulations

2010-02-03T10:21:00.000-08:00

Excitement filled the air as the minutes moved forward on Opening Night. What, with balloons in the corner; Executive Producers chatting with Stars just outside the dressing room window; crew folk scurrying this way and that, making final preparations ~ the electricity was contagious!

To top it all off, my son, The Actor was expecting visitors in the audience: his Management Team, and his Grandparents!

How edifying to know that those closest cared enough to be present for his television series debut!

He had just a few moments to spend with Grandma and Grandpa, before he was whisked away to wardrobe. That left the three of us, awaiting the moment when we could take our seats. Chatting, chatting, and finally speaking of one of the ensemble members, we were all stunned as the tiny frame of the very girl herself hopped over the threshhold of the dressing room doorway, a gift for The Actor in tow!

I had already spoken to her earlier in the week: Mom was a big fan!

So, it was a natural extension to ask for a quick pic, before she continued on her gifting rounds!

Before long, it was curtain time, and we were all in for an experience like no other . . .

First Interview

2010-01-29T22:20:00.000-08:00

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!

2010-01-28T13:25:00.000-08:00

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 . . .

The Show

Hodge-Podge

2010-01-26T21:33:00.000-08:00

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

2010-01-23T12:56:00.000-08:00

It's All In Who Ya Know

2010-01-20T11:04:00.000-08:00

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 . . .

2010-01-19T08:26:00.001-08:00

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. :)

2010-01-18T08:44:00.000-08:00

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

The Melding of Moments

2010-01-16T10:31:00.000-08:00

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

2010-01-15T07:36:00.000-08:00

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!

It's All A Misunderstanding . . .

2010-01-06T18:19:00.000-08:00

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 . . ."

* * * * * * *

hehehe! :D

Scenes from the Twelfth Floor Office

2009-11-06T09:27:00.000-08:00

Not one for heights, the open window was both an uncanny draw and a repelling feature to me.

The draw won. :)

Less than an hour later, nightfall enveloped us. The building which was both a landmark and an audition destination lit up the skyline with gusto.

Skyline

2009-11-04T09:11:00.000-08:00

Vehicles bumper to bumper, beneath the skyline of buildings; pedestrians scurrying to and fro on nearby sidewalks, carrying backpacks, bags, books, bundles.

It never ceases to amaze us that multitudes call this cement jungle home.

The Aussie ~ In Print!!

2009-10-25T09:58:00.000-07:00

On the heels of an email in my inbox from The Aussie's mom, my husband received an alert in his inbox, letting him know of a news flash concerning the young lad. A fantastic article ensued, much to our delight. Enjoy!

Link to article

Fly, Boy, Fly!

2009-10-24T10:31:00.000-07:00

Every skill learned must engage that 'first time' requirement.

You know: the first step; the first word; the first bicycle ride; etc.

The Actor entered into a first this week, as he was called in to do "ADR" - Automated Dialouge Recording, also known as looping. This process puts the thespian in a soundbooth to re-record snippets of script that might have been unintelligible in the final cuts, or otherwise compromised.

We arrived at our location, and found ourselves whisked upstairs to the recording area. Upon entering I realized, much to my chagrin, that I had not brought my camera. [WHAT? ME?? Without my camera??? Egads!]

I quickly recovered, though, when I remembered my handy-dandy cell phone!

This is what we were greeted with: a bevy of mixing boards, computers and monitors.

On the main screen, we saw Mia Frampton, the leading lady of FlyBoy. Her image was crisp, and clean, and strikingly beautiful.

Next, The Actor was placed inside the sound room, and instructed to don the headset.

Then, for the next thirty minutes or so, he would reinact his lines in sync with the images of scenes being replayed on the monitor.

As I sat behind the mixers, his voice would boom across the carpet, as if we were sitting in a cinema, watching and hearing a movie in real time. The software registered his voice in typical 'echo' waves, or quickly drawn vertical and horizontal lines on the virtual paper of the software face.

Over and over he'd speak, with the director coaching him this way, and that, until they had a sufficiently emotionally-infused statement to replace the old.

Several times I was able to see the opening scene played in it's entirety, of about 45 seconds. I was amazed at The Actor's 'babyfaced' features. Had he really grown that much in a year's time?

My appetite is whet to see the finished product, which will be wrapped within a matter of weeks.

Of course, none of our experiences are complete without a look at how L'il Man encountered the activity. His interest was piqued over the myriad of buttons . . .

Perhaps we've a Big Time Hollywood Producer on our hands??

Put Me In, Coach!

2009-10-21T10:59:00.000-07:00

Every thespian hones his skill set. The advantage of education brought by a good coach is invaluable.

Of course, every good coaching session is made more productive by a Starbucks Mocha Frappacinno. :)

Another day in Hollywood.

Murder On The Orient Express

2009-10-20T10:23:00.000-07:00

Perhaps if he watches the movie, he'll connect with the book?

Homeschooling thespians has its' challenges . . .

Fresh Slate

2009-10-19T09:31:00.000-07:00

It's a new week, a fresh slate, so to speak, ready to be written upon!

What adventures will we have? Where shall our travels take us?

It all remains to be seen, as we step out into the great, wonderful, world of Hollywood.

Stay tuned!

Old Home Week (Or So It Seemed!)

2009-10-18T11:28:00.000-07:00

The day was full, the schedule tight, as we maneuvered our way through the LA streets and traffic.

First stop, a meeting with the acting coach, of whom I'd not seen in some time. A solid hug, and delightful reconnecting conversation gave way to an intense character study by the Actor.

Soon, we were on our way, and off to the first of three auditions. It was exhilarating to be dodging traffic and one way streets; pedestrians and freeways. Soon, entrance to studio grounds complete with passes and placards leading the way.

The Actor was next on the call sheet when in walked an old friend. I didn't recognize him at first, but I sure enough recognized his Momma. We fell into chatter easily, with plans to get together over a weekend of relaxing. The lad had shot up, grown and filled out - yet here the two boys were, still in the same peer grouping for casting.

Dismissing ourselves, we made a hearty jaunt, arriving at our final destination early. We'd hardly gotten out of the car, when, to our delighted surprise, there stood a cast-mate from Flyboy - Joey Luthman to be exact, waving a hearty hello.

The overstuffed audition room only gave way to the two thespians antics of boy-dom. Rubberbands and giggles, discussions and laughter.

The day closed out with an overwhelming sense of connectedness and belonging, in a city of millions, where no one knows your name . . .

The Unexpected Benefit

2009-10-08T06:56:00.000-07:00

I tried desparately to eek information out of him, but he was distracted by all the hullabaloo surrounding him.

"Out of sight, out of mind." seemed to be his motto towards his mother yesterday, even though I had leaped tall buildings with a single bound on his behalf.

You see, my son, The Actor hopped on a plane, flew to LA, stepped into a high-level audition - then promptly failed to call and inform me how it all went!

It was only at my insistence that a phone call finally ensued . . . and the big news wasn't so much that the proceedings had gone well.

No - the big news was that whilst there, The Actor ran into none other than The Aussie!

What a surprise, as the original schedule had the Australian native returned to his beloved homeland weeks ago. Not so, evidently, as production markers post filming were necessary to be accomplished.

As a matter of fact, The Aussie was flying out today.

A chance meeting? A stroke of good timing? A coincidence?

For two boys with incredibly similar taste, it can all be summed up in one phrase: Happy Reunion.

:D

More to come, as this trip is an extended one, with plenty on the books to get excited about! Stay tuned!

The Other Shoe

2009-09-28T09:00:00.000-07:00

It was well after midnight when my husband jostled me awake.

"Are you up?"

"Mmph"

"I just found a blog you're gonna love! This woman was with her daughter, an extra in the movie . . . she wrote about our son!"

I chuckled involuntarily, it seemed. The shadowy darkness hid the smile my facial muscles had produced, as sleep swallowed it whole.

******

This morning, dutifully, I found the link my husband had meticulously provided for me in my inbox.

You may recall the big day The Aussie and The Actor invaded the space of several hundred extras. Finally, you've a comparative read, from the other perspective - the other shoe, if you will.

An excerpt from the blog of Heather Heath Chapman:

Not long after that, two tall, handsome boys tumbled into the gym together like puppies, arms and legs everywhere. “We’re bored!” they announced, and a wave of interest rolled through the crowd of extras. These were the two male stars of the movie, whom my daughter had already seen and deemed “cute.” A group of kids soon gathered around them. The boys signed autographs and joked amiably with everyone.It was interesting to watch them. Aside from the fact that they had the clearest skin of any teenagers I’d ever seen, they reminded me of the boys at my daughter’s school: gangly, silly, adorable, awkward. Like every other boy in the gym, they looked funny in those Sixties-era clothes. Like Madeline—like any teen—they were looking for a little attention.

It was just as my favorite trash mag had always claimed: Stars. They’re just like us.

Except surprisingly acne free.

With bodyguards.

And an omelet station.

But just people, apparently, and not as mysterious as I’d always suspected.

I made this point to my daughter on day three as we walked back from the prop room. “So,” I concluded, “if those boys ever become really famous, you can tell everyone that you’ve met them, and that they’re just as dorky as any other boys.”

Enjoy Heather's three part series on the Flipped experience here: Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.

My husband was right - I was delighted in Heather's literary saga! I wonder to myself how many times I looked her in the eye as L'il Man and I entered the cafeteria brimming with people? Or, better yet, if she'd reconsider her Big Mac boycott, if she knew The Aussie had a unique moniker for the joint? That we have photos of The Director?

A season shared, yet separated by task - Two Moms, Two Thespians - people who gained an experience, but had no conscious knowledge of the others' thoughts . . . until midnight last night.

Thanks, Heather, for sharing your side of the story. The Other Shoe.

The Fruit Of His Labor

2009-09-06T20:42:00.000-07:00

It was bound to happen at some point. I knew it was unavoidable. Yet when, exactly, the 'other shoe' would fall, I truly had no idea.

That is of course, until - oh, approximately August 1, when the full-court press began.

My son: "Mom. I want a Mac."

Me: "Umm-hmm."

My son: "It's in my budget. Here, take a look at this one. It's got all the specs I'm looking for . . ."

And so it went. Incessantly.

Finally, we took a trip to the store.

Glitches were had. We returned home empty-handed, but only for the space of about 24 hours. That's when Dad kicked it, with his mischevious ways.

Rising early, we high-tailed it to the preceeding evening's destination and revisited the clerk who promised the goods. We then returned home, to [torment] the lad.

Here is a pictoral essay on the event, as it played out at our house. Will our lives ever be the same again? Are we all destined for the same fate?

Sightings of Mr. Benson, The Parental Delimna

2009-08-27T06:59:00.000-07:00

I've cringed at him.

I've laughed until I cried at his antics.

I've hesitated to share him, that he be not misunderstood.

I've explained him, that he be not an offense.

Yet the fact of the matter is, Mr. Benson has definitely taken up residence in our humble abode.

He stopped by last night, just to chide me on my (in his estimation) unnecessary complaint that my son had been eating the computer bandwith by watching and untold number of episodes of Lost.

Mr. Benson: "Bandwidth, bandwidth, bandwidth! That's yer complaint, eh?"
Me: [staring him down, recognizing his sudden appearance]
Mr. Benson: "We're really tired of hearing yer bellyachin' about this. You've missed nothing. Meanwhile, when YOU use the wireless, YOU eat MY bandwidth, and my show goes something like this:

[turning head in short staccato action, never quite actually changing perspective]

'W- . . . w- . . .we . . . we' - . . .'

The words never fully come out, you see. So, I'm sorry, but we cannot accept yer claim at this time. Thank you."

At this, my son suddenly reappears, all smiles at his most recent performance, the likes of which have caused me to sigh in resignation the fact that I've still years to parent this boy.

Action of a Different Sort

2009-08-26T07:48:00.000-07:00

I opened an email the other day, and found within a note from the Costumes Department.

Seems my son, in his effervescent way, had requested a specific photo off of the Costume Continuity camera.

This photo was not a typical, run of the mill photo, however. No, this photo was all action. All boy. All Israel. No doubt.

I thought you'd enjoy a slice of his energy this morning. Good as a stiff cup of coffee, if you ask me! The vantage point of the camera lends itself to a mind-bender, doesn't it? :)

Membership Has It's Privledges

2009-08-12T07:53:00.000-07:00

An exciting day yesterday, what with the rain, lightening and all! Add to the hubbub a happy in the mailbox!

September 17, 2010

2009-08-06T07:59:00.000-07:00

An off-handed skim of imdb completed by my husband net new information concerning the release of my son, the actors' flick!

September 17, 2010!

Mark the calendar! How they manage to date these things, I do not understand, especially since filming is still underway . . . however, that is why they are the experts.

Meanwhile, auditions continue. What project will be next for the lad? We wait in anticipation, right along with you . . .

Maria.

2009-07-31T07:08:00.000-07:00

Our first encounter with Maria occured the day after we arrived in Michigan. The Actor was dutifully in the dressing room, changing and trying on different period costume, whilst the L'il Man and I waited at a table nearby.

Maria sat at a sewing machine, her fingers guiding, then flying to tend a seam, then back to guiding again.

She was a cheerful sort, with raven black hair and the body of a glamour girl, despite her more elderly composition. Tasked, yet engaged with what was happening around her, Maria was immediately enamored with the baby.

She had come from a family of seven, Italian in descent, and had four children of her own. Complimenting me on my parenting style of allowing the babe to explore, she began to strike up a friendship with him. L'il Man took to her almost immediately.

The hours upon hours of clothing changes only served to bring about deepening conversation between The Seamstress and I. She had sewn for the industry many, many times ~ including broadway endeavors, and, as if that weren't enough, bridal gowns, christening garments, and more lined the verbal showcase of wares she presented to me.

Maria and I were chatting when we heard news of Michael Jackson's passing, straight from a phone call from Hollywood to the head of the Wardrobe Department. The somber news dampened everyone's spirits, and only served to add to my dismay that I'd likely not see the gregarious woman again after this.

Oh, how wrong I was! Cheers rang out among us as I discovered that Maria was on staff day after day after day - hemming, repairing, replacing fabrics and garments for the multitude of extras and cast members present for the production.

Our friendship continued. Each time location moved, Maria moved with us. A different locale, yet the same, her trusty sewing machine always present.

Our final week spent together gave her pause to finally utilize her handy-dandy lighter-fuse driven power cord . . . resulting in the most unique, yet enjoyable backdrops for creative handiwork yet!

We may never have Maria on board during any future films. However, rest assured ~ no other seamstress . . . regardless of how flambouyant they might be ~ can never erase the mark that Maria left on our hearts.

Maria, we love you!

The Phone Rang

2009-07-29T06:28:00.001-07:00

[ . . . continuation of Intermission Ended . . .]

The phone rang, carrying a familiar voice across the miles to my ear. Delighted, I listened intently as the woman on the other end of the line, Ms. M, detailed for me the meandering way in which she discovered my son's involvement with the movie, and how she came to own my phone number once again.

Her son had met The Director in person, trying out for the lead role also ~ at The Director's request. As the cards landed, the lad was not chosen, yet he kept up with the details of the production via imdb.

It was there that Ms. M and her son found my son, listed as the Best Friend. Oh, how they wanted to send congratulations! Yet our contact information had been long lost under the weight of audition sheets and call backs.

Enter a Hollywood event, which Ms. M and her son attended last week Friday. They were delighted to run into old friends ~ only to discover that the young lady before them had just been on set with The Actor a week before! Requesting our information, and receiving it gladly, Ms. M followed through with her congratulatory call.

Congratulations soon fell to discussion of new projects on the horizon for each of our boys. Ms. M detailed her son's most recent accolades, and his newest exciting opportunities. As she did so, a vital piece of information came to light: her son was just slated for a network test for the same project my son was being considered for.

As soon as she spoke this, I knew we would be hearing very, very shortly, as information was being filtered out through agents and managers. I held my breath, and hung up the phone in anticipation.

For the project, of which we've all been on our toes about, The Actor did not receive audience for the network testing. Disappointment? Yes.

Yet, we know that the opportunities to speak with both a well-respected Casting Director and Director in the industry under such special circumstances is to be counted a great honor. All the effort. All the hoops. Was it worth it? Absolutely! No endeavor is without hard work - elbow grease, and it's ups and downs as one makes their way. Bottom line is, my son did his best, without regrets. Therefore, we move forward, knowing this is one of the greater of character qualities.

Today is the network test . . . and our prayers are lifted up on behalf of our friend.

Join us, won't you?

Intermission Ended Three Days Ago . . .

2009-07-28T06:53:00.000-07:00

. . . and due to our travels I forget to keep y'all in the loop concerning My Son, The Actor, and his takes and retakes saga!

There is no rest for the weary, so they say, and in my son's case, this was a bonafide fact. His scheduled wrap day actually began with another conference call, with a different individual ~ *the* director of the project he was being considered for. Such a call was a tad unprecedented. Unique. To be valued.

Acting as his personal assistant, I, the mother, took avid notes, whilst my son spoke with the Hollywood Mogul, who was doing what he does best: directing the actor, and asking for some minor changes in his presentation.

And, oh. Could we have that by tomorrow, please?

Gulp.

It was a repeat of two days earlier, when the highly acclaimed Casting Director had asked the same thing. Of course, came the response, knowing then that the day was going to be wild and wooly!

The evening was not just wild and wooly, it was loud and rambunctious, and the sort of 'going away party' any teen might desire in his heart of hearts . . . our apartment, once roomy and spacious, was now filled with four adults, one of them being my son's agent, six teens, and four youngers, plus L'il Man, just for good measure! Who cared if the night was interspersed with rehearsing lines with his castmates, and doing yet more 'takes and retakes' attempting that perfect shot to submit?

Our efforts paid off in the wee hours of the next morning, when, apartment vacated by well-wishing party-goers . . . (I mean . . . advisors to the new project!) and I began the process of editing and preparing for transmittal. And we had yet to pack. Egads.

We managed to do it all, astoundingly. Sleep would simply have to come later, at some future date when time was no longer of the essence.

We boarded the plane the next morning, knowing without a doubt that The Actor had done his very best, no regrets.

Our job now was the infamous job of all in this industry: wait.

. . . to be continued . . .

Greek Myths, Anyone?

2009-07-27T06:59:00.000-07:00

Please allow me to get back into the blogging groove, after a weekend of R&R by scrolling through the multitude of photos we've taken on location. Several don't miss it! blog posts are on tap over the next few days!

Today, a brief glimpse into the hair and makeup department, headed by none other than: Medusah.

What a great way to place a memory hook in folks ear, eh? To name one's professional-level skill set as a free-lance contractor under the guise of a famous Greek goddess?

It works.

And, amazingly, the tresses Medusah herself carries look astonishingly close to being legendary!

Each morning, after arriving on location, my son would accomplish two tasks: change clothes, go to hair and makeup.

This tiny cubicle on wheels housed four professionals, all doing what they do best. Coiffure the stars.

Delightful folk, these stuntmen in their own right. Transforming a modern teen into a early 60's icon; a greyheaded star into a youthful father; a regular Joe into a union worker of the era, complete with sideburns.

Yes ~ without this particular arm of the crew, the show would be lacking. Sorely lacking.

After all . . . they tranformed this:

Into this!

Necessary

2009-07-24T03:33:00.001-07:00

Necessary updates are on their way.

I know it's been a quiet week, here in the blogosphere at My Son, The Actor.

Rest assured ~ behind the computer screen, real life has been playing out at warp speed, and my son and I have been hangin' on to the riggin' like nobody's business - knuckles white and hair blowin' in the wind!

Therefore, please stay tuned. You'll not miss a moment of the chronicle unfolding around the current project . . . you'll be the first on the list as the next project rolls in . . .

To keep you satiated until more press releases arrive, a photo for your viewing pleasure - one of those pictures that one simply *knows* there must be a story behind!

Whistle While You Work

2009-07-22T04:19:00.000-07:00

We'll be on location yet again today, my son, the actor doing his thing.

Meanwhile, far, far away, in the land of executives and decision makers, a group will gather round about a tape; meet other candidates; and determine the forward motion players.

Those who do their appointed activity will be supported behind the scenes by a woman who is of the praying sort.

Anyone care to join her?

Harley and Me

2009-07-21T04:30:00.000-07:00

Visual effects.

Summer sun.

Breezes.

Filming.

Park.

Children.

Fun.

With 'base camp' moved to a new location yet again, and that a good space away from the actual area of filming, it behooved many a crew member to hop on a bicycle and/or scooter and/or skateboard in order to get where they were going.

L'il Man was no exception.

When my son discovered and borrowed a pal's bike, it was only natural that he'd take his little brother for a ride - and little brother LOVED it! Riding about, mimicing the vroom! vrooom! sound, it was hard to tell just who, exactly, was the star of the show.

Takes and Retakes.

2009-07-20T05:54:00.000-07:00

Never sit on your laurels, they say.

As mentioned last week, my son put his auditioning skills to work in the midst of filming this current production.

I"m happy to report that all takes and retakes have been accomplished, and, as of midnight last night, have been successfully submitted. Again.

If you are of the praying sort ~

If you are of the sit on the edge of your seat and bite your nails sort ~

If you are of the 'come see what may' sort ~

You'll be glad to know that *this* particular actor isn't sitting on the sidelines. He's up and at 'em, ready for whatever comes next.

Join us in the anticipation, won't you?

Meanwhile, it's Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, Off to work we go!

Autographs: The Process

2009-07-19T07:53:00.000-07:00

A pictoral rehearsal, minus the pressing, burgeoning crowd:

Gathering pertinent information.

Oh, the elbow grease of it all!

The closure.

Finito.

Moving on. Next!

All In A Day's Work

2009-07-18T05:42:00.000-07:00

Wenesday, July 15: Honor request to complete taped audition. Submit via www.

Friday, July 17, 3:05 pm:

Never mind that I was in the middle of my first meal of the day, well into the afternoon hours. It was a hold day, and my son and I had already performed the second of three audition requests, during his free time. I had released him to do boy things based on my hunger. He was soon off with his film mate, The Aussie, as he also had the day to do as he pleased.

My dinner was delicious! Rice, veggies . . . it couldn't get any better, any more satisfying.

The phone rang.

3:33 pm:

An energized, and slightly frenzied manager's assistant was on the other end of the line. Casting loved his tape ~ could my son resubmit with a few changes ~ by 3 pm pacific time??

Egads.

3:37 pm:

I finally wrangled my server, paid my tab, and headed to the car, ready to find my son and get to work.

3:41 pm:

Enroute, the phone rings.

Mistake!! Can I put the actor on a conference call, before 3 pm pacific time?

But of course ~ consider me on standby.

3:45 pm:

Phone rings.

Agent on the line. Repeat of previous information. Confirmation of standby status. Arrive at apartment, look for son.

3:47 pm:

Found son, phone rings in hand, cleaning lady turns on vacuum cleaner, baby cries.

3:48 pm:

Door shut, baby sequestered with friend, Agent, Casting Director, my son and myself in conference.

3:57 pm:

Conference completed, changes requested, committment to retape established.

3:58 pm:

Cleaning lady exits room. Baby plays contentedly. Son and friend are nonplussed. They want to go rock climbing.

Mom faints.

4:00 pm:

Mom drives to gym, wondering how she managed to get herself into all of this, when all she really wanted was . . .

LUNCH.

:D

Thespians Are People Too.

2009-07-17T06:43:00.000-07:00

Our designated shuttle driver held the van a bit longer, waiting, she said, on the new guy who had joined the ranks. After weeks of a van full of kids, and a week of rather spartan driving company, everyone who had already climbed aboard glanced up with curious glances.

Curious, because we wondered who it might be.

Our driver checked the call sheet an announced, "It's The Leading Lady's Dad."

Oh. Well, why didn't you just say so in the first place?

A grey-headed gent came out of the lobby door, and approached the vehicle quizzically. Confirming his ride, he also climbed aboard.

A bevy of introductions began.

Kind, personable, with great laughing eyes, The Dad chatted comfortably with the present company, both asking and being asked questions of sundry sort.

Then, minus fanfare, we arrived at our destination.

*****

The day waned forward, and I stood at my post, right next to the Chicken Actress and her anxiety-marked holding pen. The sun was shining, the shade generous, and L'il Man happy as a lark.

He requested of me a snack, so I took him inside our digs to fish out a fruit leather to tide him over until lunch. Happily, we exited the trailer, only to discover that a gaggle of folk had taken up residence in our seats about the hen house.

A tall mirror, with the words "Prop Department" written on masking tape leaned against the tree that sheltered all.

The Staff Assistant stood nearby; Wardrobe and Hair were also present.

A fourth figure sat in an out-of-doors lounge chair. Draped in a towel, hair dripping wet and slimed with color, the gregarious man laughed with his counterparts on the lawn. It was none other than The Dad ~ human as human can be, considering his lot in life of chatting with the ladies a nostalgic event of days gone by, when the women folk would gather to quilt, or shuck corn, or defeather chickens.

He was oblivious of his celebrity status, and he liked it that way.

So do I.

Chickens? Yes. Chickens.

2009-07-16T07:21:00.000-07:00

By far my favorite scene yet, my son had to educate The Aussie on the difference between hens and roosters a day or two ago.

Given my status as a chicken owner, I find all of this rather amusing ~ that my boy would be the expert in a film not many days hence, whilst I, the mom, really do contain a knowledge base beyond my years.

Perhaps its' a sign of good will. Or of the path ahead.

Either way, I still say it's my favorite scene. Maybe I should begin a campaign for that horse ranch I've been dreaming about for so long . . .

Every Boy's Dream

2009-07-14T05:39:00.000-07:00

(If I had a son who was really into sports, that is.)

When the weekend rolled around, it was evident that a corporate excitement was in the air. Friday afternoon, an early wrap . . . AND plans to see the game? Too much!

Sure enough, my son's first ever baseball game was to be viewed from a luxury box at the top of the stadium ~ with none other than The Director himself. The Cast and several crew members had loads of fun.

My son? Spoiled for the bleachers forever.

Paramedics, Pronto!

2009-07-12T06:15:00.000-07:00

Thursday's wrap resulted in work for the Transportation Department. It was necessary to move the whole kit and kaboodle to a new location. Come Friday morning, the entire cast and crew were greeted with a new set-up for their digs. All of this was fine, good for the spirits and morale, to have fresh surroundings.

The went off with nary a hitch, and the close of the work day a dull, boring, run-of-the-mill event ~ until . . .

Until the actors and actresses began their change out of wardrobe. For days folks had joked about the staircase with shark-like teeth. "Be careful!" was a constant refrain, that one did not fall while coming up or down.

No one suspected The Toe Stub.

My son went first ~ successfully marring the front of his big toe as he climbed into the big rig. Yet it was the actress that elicited the call to the paramedics, as the back of her ankle bled profusely after a catch upon the steel edging.

It was the most excitement the paramedic had seen in this shoot. He was THRILLED! to be able to put his skills to work. And work he did - his big black bag jawed wide open, at the ready with all sorts of tools: rubber gloves, peroxide, gauze, bandaids.

All the while, The Actress fawned dramatacism, feining as if she had been cast in a horror film full of blood and gore.

Sheesh.

A production of a clean up job for The Actress; a band aid for The Actor, and then, all was well with the world once again.

Tired and Cranky

2009-07-10T04:33:00.000-07:00

It was a wrap for many members of the cast, those who would be called peers of my son, the actor.

No matter that they'd had an incredible evening out together the night before with The Director and The Producer at a hibachi grill . . .

No, the departure of new found friends was disappointing. After a full days work, it brought one to a state of grumpiness, exhaustion, and good, old-fashioned need of sequestering onesself away to recover.

That was the state of my son last night. I pray he slept well, as the production continues on today, no rest for the weary.

Girls Only

2009-07-09T04:01:00.000-07:00

A late night, coupled with an early morning call time does not lend itself to a beautiful blogpost. So this morning, a photo for your enjoyment. The Leading Lady, and several VIP cast, photographed doing what young girls do best: The Hand Jive.

Wow! That Was Just Like In The Movies . . .

2009-07-07T08:25:00.000-07:00

WHAM! BANG!

The gymnasium door swung open with great fervor and impetuous flair.

I had found an out of the way corner behind The Sound Man and his computer screen vantage point once again. The next scene up was my son, and I wanted to catch the action live and in person.

This time, The Aussie and he were surrounded by a group of boys, featured extras, who were part and parcel of the setting by way of visual descriptors.

Little dinner jackets and ties, button up shirts with starched collars and polished shoes.

It was all part of the ambiance to be included in the shot. Rehearsal had gone swimmingly, and the last boy was hurried into place, a straggler of sorts, while wardrobe put the finishing touches on his final appearance before pushing him through the door to the gym.

"Take 1! Roll 'em ~ and . . . ACTION!"

All was well. Then, suddenly ~

WHAM! BANG!

The gymnasium door swung open with great fervor and impetuous flair.

From my vantage point, the door opened toward me, hiding briefly the frame of the lad who had just been pushed in moments before ~ but that hidden stance was over in a blink of an eye.

A hand put to the mouth, a panicked expression, and the loss of the contents of his nervous stomach spewed out in a desperate attempt to find a trash can gone awry.

Fortunately, crew members had moved aside in the course of their duties, so no human was spewed upon in the moment of embarrassing truth - the boy had butterflies beyond belief, and he couldn't. take. it. anymore.

The first wave brought temporary relief as he then quickly retreated to a nearby receptacle, and continued his unabashed horking.

Meanwhile, the show was going on! Not one crew member was able to stop what they were doing to assist in any way ~ so it was obvious that I, Studio Mom, would have to take up the cause.

I stepped out from my little corner and headed toward the boy. I quickly assessed that he would be unable to articulate any type of answer to any question I might pose, so I then calculated a move toward the closest person with a headset, slightly off duty, in conversation and oblivious to the activity going on behind her.

"Are you in Wardrobe?" I asked her.

"No. Is there a problem?" she asked.

I pointed behind her, to the little boy, obviously still in great distress.

"Oh, my." she said. "I'll call wardrobe right away."

"CUT!"

The timing couldn't have been better, as the stopping of the cameras afforded one of the assistant directors the opportunity to finally turn his attention to the troubled lad.

"Are you okay?" he ventured, while the Headseted One and I approached to inform him that help was on the way.

If I hadn't of seen it with my own eyes, I might have thought it was planned, and the special effects thereof painstakingly executed to give the appearance of realism.

But no.

It happened. Just like in the movies . . .

Poor lad. Crashed and burned big time. I pray it doesn't scar him for life, the embarrassment of it all . . .

A Strange, Yet Wonderful Thing . . .

2009-07-07T06:46:00.000-07:00

. . . happened tonight.

We're living [almost] in the lap of luxury. King size beds, feather pillows, down comforters; each our own room and bath; a full kitchen, living area. Not opulent, but sturdy and functional.

The biggest plus?

Maid Service.

At the snap of my fingers I could cause the hotel management to dispatch personnel in a flash, to distribute and tend to our needs.

We don't do that.

But we could.

But we don't.

Yet, there is no doubt it is nice to return home at the end of a long day to a bed crisply made, and fresh towels in the bath.

Not to mention the dishes done, and room tidied, and vacuum run.

I've not let it go to my head. After all ~ I've passed on service more than once: let the maid have my room taken off her list for free. Everyone likes to be relieved of a duty or two now and again.

Today, I released the maid.

No service, please.

None. Zip. Nada.

The place was well-lived in by days end.

How surprisingly delightful, then, was the moment when ~ without being asked, my son, the actor moved into the kitchen and spruced it up, just as if he were home and had his normal, routine kitchen duty.

Wow. His upbringing really is sticking with him.

How cool. :)

Wild Wacky Weekend

2009-07-05T06:25:00.000-07:00

It should have come with a warning tag. After all, who knew when the wrap came Thursday evening that what lay in store was not rest and relaxation, but rather a hodge-podge of "what can we do next" type of line up that left the parental units gasping for a time out!

Michael, The Aussie, Ashley, Stephanie, The Leading Lady, Jack, Israel, Keller, Romy, ?, Lauren, Carson, Dillon, ?, and Caroline

Bowling . . . a movie . . . a 4th of July picnic with fireworks . . .

The Leading Lady, The Aussie, Big Jack, Dillon, Jack, Ned, Israel

. . . rock climbing . . . ROCK CLIMBING?!?!?

Uh, yeah. Rock climbing. :P

Some highlights:

I'm not yet certain as to whether or not we wore them out, or wound them up! The day will tell, as it's another humdinger on tap! Tape rolls at 9.

A Treat

2009-07-03T07:38:00.000-07:00

Amid all the shuffling about to and fro as the crew prepared for the next scene, I made a beeline for an obscure corner and found myself sidled up to The Sound Guy and his bevy of equipment, all strategically stacked on a large steel cart with wheels. With the break on his end of the action, we introduced ourselves one to another and engaged in a bit of small talk.

When the frenzy subsided, and the cast took their place, I found that my out-of-the-way corner actually granted me a vantage point to the screen unobscured by a multitude of others, each also peering to get a good view.

The Sound Guy, who had labeled himself a sort of loner, actually had the best seat in the house by virtue of his task. I stood by and watched.

The next day, again in need of making sure I was out of the way, I returned to his little corner of the set. Smiles, warm greetings, more conversation.

My son was up next, a scene designed to create tension toward the greater plot for the main character. I scooted closer to the screen.

The Sound Guy then offered a most generous offering: he secured another headset to a battery pack and handed it to me.

Smiling, I took it, and for the next 15 minutes watched take after take of my son - and heard every word as though I were hearing it as a part of the finished product in a movie theatre! The quality was top notch, bar none!

What a thrill, a fantastic end to a full week's work!

Autographs

2009-07-01T18:14:00.000-07:00

The gymnasium is currently filled with upwards of 50-75 kids, all called in from a previously held open casting call for extras. There is a buzz that continuously hums from the room, as each hopes to be seen in the background, or perhaps even be given an ad-lib line out of the blue.

Sitting at long tables in the center, this group and their parent or guardian wait out the interminable waits that are common fodder for this type of venture. Boredom might be an option, or even an experience, but for these extra cast members, the day is certainly dotted with plenty of clout-building happenstance so as to impress peers that weren't able to make it.

For instance: on one wall wardrobe has set up shop. Racks and racks of era clothing line the edifice. Nearby, makeshift dressing rooms are erected with oversized sheets and construction paper signs indicate "boy" or "girl." The seamstress has set up a tidy little corner all her own complete with an ironing board and light, and thread and other tools of her trade. Both boys and girls come and go from this staging area, in various forms of dress, fashion statements of the late 50's abounding.

Meanwhile, in another corner, the 'salon' is open for business. Haircuts, curling irons, mousse, gel, ribbons and hairspray, all in continual motion, create a cloud of visual activity to entertain even the boredest of participants. The latest and greatest trend of 2009 gives way to transformed figures of stalwart, pressed, pristine appearance.

All are in hopes that the next time a crew member weilding a cord about the back of his ear enters the room, they will be called.

No one however, was ready for two events, remarkable to the occassion. The moment when The Director made a personal appearance to decisively hand select boys for one scene ~ and the fateful day when The Actor and The Aussie sauntered in after lunch.

At the sight of them, the sound of books being whipped out at an alarming rate, filled the room, and soon a crowd had gathered about the two lads.

"May I have your autograph, please?" came the requests, as one by one they obliged, for as long as time would allow.

Wow. That Was Good!

2009-06-30T20:07:00.000-07:00

By mid-afternoon, the film crew had set the stage for The Actor and The Aussie to bring about the demise of their friendship. Last things first, right? In the industry, perfectly logical.

The scene was being shot entirely outdoors, with spacious segments of lawn surrounding the narrow strip of equipment-laden framed area. I determined, based on L'il Man's ease into the day, that I could set up my own personal camp some distance away from the center of the foray, to view the action from afar.

Set, lighting (yes, even in broad daylight), props . . . all manicured for perfection to achieve a backdrop sufficient to the emotional exchange about to occur.

A rehearsal ~ once. Twice. Three times. Then, The Director stepped in. A bit of role play was necessary . . . role play that landed my son in the waterfountain behind him at The Directors heavy-handed push! A chuckle erupted from among the forty-five or so people, set crew, on hand. A merry-hearted, chuckling director checked on The Actor's well-being. The affirmative nod and broad grin said all was delightfully well.

The Leading Lady's mom turned to me just before they shouted "Roll 'em!" and took the baby out of my arms. In the blink of an eye, I was free to venture close to the screens, as they transmitted the film, the projection of the acting being performed about 60 feet away.

The entire crew, and all bystanders felt the electric energy between two characters as "Action!" was shouted out. My vantage point granted me a close-up of how the scene was viewed in a type of final edit.

Voices raised, anger stirred, The Actor and The Aussie pushed their characters to the max, while we all watched, mezmerized, knowing we were seeing something magical in front of us.

As the scene closed out, and the camera caught The Actor's visage, painfully contorted in utter frustration with his friend, my eyes filled with hot, stinging tears, and a lump in my throat informed me I'd not long have control over keeping those tears contained behind the dam of my eyelids.

A voice suddenly whispered in my ear: "My, those boys are HOT!" It was The Aussie's mum, in her brogue, sharing her own personal emotional reaction to the scene.

All of my sentiment was immediately channeled into a spontaneous reaction of uproarious laughter. I certainly hoped my son wasn't [yet] "hot" was my inward thought . . . and then realized she meant it in an entirely different fashion. Hot as in good - skilled.

Ah well. What do stage moms know about proper terminology on set, eh?

We were soon to find out, as the scene played out before us time and time again . . . you see, The Director ultimately, gregaiously shouted out "Now we're cookin'!!"

Yeah. Now we're cookin'!

The First Day

2009-06-29T18:56:00.000-07:00

The first day of filming arrives, and a gaggle of girls have already have their hair and makeup done, ready in a moment's notice to change into costume. The sun has climbed upward in the sky, but there's a catch. The forecast threatens the outdoor scenes.

If sunny, then . . .; if cloudy, then . . .

Waiting in the wings becomes an exercise in self-control, the alleviation of boredom for the gaggle - and electronic distraction for The Actor.

A tensioned contrast between the appearance of the era of days gone by: sharp creased pants, high waistbands, button down plaid shirts, loafers or dress shoes daily; and a gadget that connects a global community, a world of information at the touch of a finger.

The clock ticks, the wait lengthens, the restrained energy is channeled into a focused activity.

Steel stairs, wooden floor, cocooned respite.

Production personnel, walkie talkies, handlers of all sorts, awaiting the cue.

In an instant, a decisive moment, the two potential course of action are chucked in favor of plan three: do tomorrow's work today.

Hustle, bustle, take and retake, hold the traffic! action! cut! that's a wrap!

Shaking hands, smiling crew, blue eyes of warm greeting, thanks and good-nights.

A job well done, the first day.

Boys Will Be Boys

2009-06-28T06:23:00.000-07:00

It was the first official "down day." A day to relax, be relieved of any pressing need to be here or there at a specified time. Of course, as the first official weekend in a new area, who wanted to sleep all day? It was time to hit the sights of the surrounding city!

The Actor and his new pal, The Aussie were very jazzed about the prospect of an all-day-do-nothing! They inquired of The Leading Lady and the ever-so-cute Supporting Actress their plans.

Alas! Family plans would take them away . . . it would just be the boys ~ and I? The Driver.

We decided to hit the mall first. I inquired of The Actor the whereabouts of the stroller I had brought inside the night before. Gallantly, he opened a foyer closet door, revealing the item inside. Perfect. Please get it out for me.

That's when the first sign of boyish antics were revealed.

The stroller was over sized, or the closet miniature . . . either way, it didn't want to come out. It would take the skills and muscular effort of them both:

Pull! Tug!!

And then, we were off.

As the official driver, my first instructions were: If you see us in the mall ~ you don't know us!

Harrumph!!

However, I graciously complied.

I was a bit surprised when, after about two hours, the boys located me, ready to go . . . and in no way worried about being seen with me. :P

We then traveled to a local retail store, where they purchased several boxes of "poppers" ~ the fire-cracker-like little pods that snap loudly when thrown on the floor.

And then, a request for McDonald's.

Herein I learned something very cool.

In America, we've nicknamed McDonald's "Mickey-D's" or "McD's" . . .

In Australia? McDonald's is lovingly called: "Macker's."

I like it. :D

While at the Macker's counter, we realized ~ we've been shielded from the population at large. Those we've come in contact with have been those who discretely interact with us, sans any groupie behaviors.

Not so at Mackers.

You see, The Aussie approached the counter to order . . . and the clerk thrilled over his accent.

"You must be here as an exchange student?" she pried.

"No, I'm here working." he carefully responded, his brogue betraying his heritage.

"Working? You? You're so young!" - she pressed the issue.

"I'm an actor." The Aussie stated bluntly, hoping to pass over the discussion.

Like that was going to happen.

The clerk shrieked. "OH MY GOSH!! A REAL LIVE ACTOR?!?!?" and so on . . .

Pretty soon both boys were simultaneously amused and chagrined as the tumultuous flap had it's way with the Macker's clerk.

Finally seated, I couldn't help but delight in the boys lack of regard as to what had just happened.

They wolfed down their burgers as any normal teen boy would be wont to do, and turned their attention on making noise with those firecrackers . . .

A Hair Razing Experience

2009-06-26T05:50:00.001-07:00

There was no time to acclimate to the new time zone. Call time was 9:30 am, so my son, the actor would not be sleeping in, as his nocturnal clock would request of him. The day was slated or preparation activities: physical, wardrobe, haircut . . .

HAIRCUT??

I'd forewarned him ~ but I'm his mother. There are only so many mental notes a teen boy is willing to take from his mom. His manager had warned him. Evidently he'd listened to her. The task item on the list did not outwardly appear to phase him in the least.

I wondered how he'd react. His signature curls were important to him as of late.

When we arrived at the production office, the cavernous mouth of a warehouse greeted us. An old Ford pickup truck, school buses, a plywood platform: Room 1. A bevy of new faces and names. Rack after rack after rack of era clothing, standing next to a storage area of old desks, and next to that - steel works in various stages of development: Room 2. More faces. More names. Handshakes and smiles.

The star of the show.

The lad was non-descript by day to day standards. If one didn't know he were the star, one might miss him in a crowd of teen boys. The Aussie, gathering a handful of potato chips, flashed a grin as wide as the Mississippi river, and betrayed his age by the gangly manner with which he attempted social graces when his mind was really on the food in front of him. He and The Actor hit it off immediately, a knowing connection forming the two of them instantaneously into fast friends in the blink of an eye.

No time to chat. We were led through the organized chaos to yet another room, where even more hustle and bustle greeted us.

And then, he was whisked off.

Keller and I took up residence at a nearby table-turned-staging-area and waited.

When my son reappeared, I squealed with delight! The more-rugged lines of his face were now very apparent. The slight scar on his upper lip framed by a unique blend of baby face and handsome. His ear with the characteristic rim in full view.

I drank him in with my eyes, and captured the moment on my heart. The haircut poignantly displayed for me that my little boy was transforming into a man: right before my eyes.

Without further ado, The Actor was asked to step inside the makeshift dressing room. Plaid curtains sectioned off a corner behind numerous rows of even more clothing, all vintage. Here, behind the curtain, my son would spend the next. four. hours.

Yes.

I said FOUR hours.

FOUR.

Four.

Let's be honest Moms of Teen Boys. Attempting to get your son to shop with you for 20 minutes . . . let alone an hour is like pulling teeth, right?

Right.

Well.

Let me just say. At hour 3.25, one of the Wardrobe Ladies gave a shout out to me:

"Is your boy always this entertaining?" she queried.

I raised my eyebrow, and looked her in the eye: "It's constant." I returned. Meaning of course, the stream-of-consciousness non-stop chatter that spews forth that for the most part, I tune out.

Then it hit me.

I had tuned him out.

He had been talking non-stop. For three and one-quarter hours.

I groaned inwardly, and tiptoed up to the curtain. "I'm really sorry. I just realized you must be absolutely weary with his antics!" I offered.

Her eyes were bright as she turned to me. "Are you kidding? I haven't laughed this much in a long time ~ nothing short of refreshing! Fun! I love it!" she said, nonplussed.

I grinned inwardly. How refreshing, indeed.

The few glimpses I obtained of my son in period costume were thrilling my heart. The haircut was snazzy. The clothing pristine. The era a woebegone day that I suddenly pined for.

****

As the close of four hours of wardrobe descended, so did the knowledge of an historic moment, that of Michael Jackson's death.

All the activity of putting together a show stopped short. The sewing machine stopped. The ironing ceased. Pins and hangers were put down, in trade for blackberries and iphones and phone calls.

It was eerie, surreal, and none could wrap their brain around what they'd just heard.

So My Son, The Actor and I returned to our little home away from home. He was suddenly, inexplicably weary. I turned inward to contemplate the news reports.

Day One was complete, and it was a doozy.

******

First Class Freak Out

2009-06-25T06:01:00.000-07:00

If I heard it once, I heard it a thousand times.

My son, the actor, had his eyes set on flying the friendly skies in comfort. In style.

Frugality, coupled with a bag of pretzels and a soda water had taken its' toll on the lad. He'd had it up to *here* with cramped quarters, no leg room. However, being a member of our family dictated that frugality rule. We had little desire to use valuable funds in such fashion. Get to your destination, then use funding to enjoy said such destination was our motto. He'd have to wait for the day he could pay his own way for the infamous front cabin. -Or- He *could* land a gig in a movie/tv show/ commercial/other that filmed on location, and he'd be set. Or, shall I say, he'd have a new place to sit??

We arrived at the airport early. So early in fact, that we had to wait to check in, so that those on the first outbound flight could be processed. By the time we sidled up to the counter, Israel was chomping at the bit. I handled the details of boarding passes and luggage. As I did, I happened to notice our seat assignments. Rows 9 and 11. Hmmm. Didn't sound like first class numerics to me . . . but certainly explainable, though.

The counter representative had been exceptionally kind to us. Chatting, chatting . . . no additional charge for my slightly overweight bag. Her gentle demeanor was in stark contrast to an exhange we had just witnessed moments before between her and a passenger due to board the previous flight. Was this preferential treatment? And why? Surely there was no reason. Three locals, boarding a plane headed north. Unless . . . it crossed my mind that perhaps the name of the production company was listed on her computer screen as the reference having made reservations. But no . . . that seemed far out. Yet, if it were true . . . I contemplated this potential as she finished strapping on the last baggage tape.

Smiling and handing me our documents, I ventured a guess, with Israel's first class seating expectations in mind:

"May I ask? We are boarding a small plane here, correct?" I queried, venturing knowledge within my son, the actor's earshot.

"Yes, that's correct." Ms. Smiling Airline Representative nodded.

"Are you able to see if we are scheduled for first class seating on our next flight?" I rummaged, speaking a tad bit louder than necessary, so as to garner my sons' attention, without actually being the bearer of factual news.

"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed. "First class out of Atlanta."

"Oh, good." was my reply, as I gave a sidwise glance at my child. "I really didn't want him to freak out!"

Israel returned my gaze with understanding. 'Ok,' he said with his eyes. 'No FC accomodations on the first flight, definitely on the second. Got it. Check.'

I turned back to Ms. A. Representative. She was now returning my gaze in a somewhat glazed over look that I couldn't quite describe, or interpret.

No matter.

We gathered what was left of our belongings and headed to the gate.

*****

Waiting, waiting, waiting . . . we sat somewhat occupied in the terminal. Israel busied himself with an electronic, and I watched Keller explore, accompanied by his occasional John Travolta move. That's when it hit me ~ the potential understanding of what Ms. Rep's look was all about . . . IF my far-out thought were anywhere near correct, that she had knowledge of our 'travelling actor' status . . .

If you'll allow me an interpretation of how her ears might have processed my comment, "I don't want him to freak out." I imagine her mind played a scenario similar to this:

"Oh, my gosh! Not another spoiled rotten actor, pouting and not getting his way, just because he's not seated in first class with the best accomodations! Well let me tell you what! He needs to be knocked down a notch, because there are starving children in Africa . . .If that were my son, you can be sure I'd be taking him out the woodshed . . ." and so on.

{chuckling}

Was that the case? I'll never know.

But one thing's for certain. We *never* want to fit that mold, that description, that stereotype.

My son, the actor may very well fly first class again in his young life . . . but may it be with a heart of gratitude that he does so.

May the First Class Freak Out never happen on our watch.

My Son, The Actor

Two Miles Of Sharing

When Night Falls . . .

Affirmed.

The Gang Takes Shape . . .

A Grueling Work Week

One Project Begins, As Another Is About To Release!

Warehouses, Wood, and Work

Ramping Up . . .

The Good News, Bad News Game

Worth Their Weight In Gold

Sensational Sixth Grade

For Posterity's Sake

What a thrill it was to see my son, plastered all over the front page of the local newspaper! Since the online version of the article will disappear for all but subscribers in a couple of days, I've decided to keep a copy here, on My Son, The Actor. :)

Saucier teen’s sitcom, movie ready to premiere

Don't Miss It!

Celebrating Other's Milestones

Furry Formalities

Nancy, Stop Nibbling Your Nails . .. !

In Summary . . .

Chemistry Reads Throughout The Generations

Soothing The Clamoring Crowds

That Signature . . .

Paperwork

He Said It Better Than I . . .

Theatre On Steroids

Creative Congratulations

First Interview

Opening Night!

Hodge-Podge

A New Gig

It's All In Who Ya Know

Of Scripts And Things . . .

{{SQUEALING}}

The Melding of Moments

Twenty Ten Begins In Hollywood

It's All A Misunderstanding . . .

Scenes from the Twelfth Floor Office

Skyline

The Aussie ~ In Print!!

Fly, Boy, Fly!

Put Me In, Coach!

Murder On The Orient Express

Fresh Slate

Old Home Week (Or So It Seemed!)

The Unexpected Benefit

The Other Shoe

The Fruit Of His Labor

Sightings of Mr. Benson, The Parental Delimna

Action of a Different Sort

Membership Has It's Privledges

September 17, 2010

Maria.

The Phone Rang

Intermission Ended Three Days Ago . . .

Greek Myths, Anyone?

Necessary

Whistle While You Work

Harley and Me

Takes and Retakes.

Autographs: The Process

All In A Day's Work

Thespians Are People Too.

Chickens? Yes. Chickens.

Every Boy's Dream

Paramedics, Pronto!

Tired and Cranky

Girls Only

Wow! That Was Just Like In The Movies . . .

A Strange, Yet Wonderful Thing . . .

Wild Wacky Weekend

A Treat

Autographs

Wow. That Was Good!

The First Day

Boys Will Be Boys

A Hair Razing Experience

First Class Freak Out