Big Top Pee Wee.
Oh Hollywood, you complete me.
A 2 hour roller coaster ride.
Yesterday I go to the world premiere of the new Pee Wee Herman show. As I’m excited, about to enter the show, I get a text message from our director on our thriller project (who’s co-producing and is the contact with our main actress) saying that her lawyer send the Letter Of Intent (necessary to close the financing) for her to sign, that she had signed it and then put it IN THE POST. No scan, no email, nothing. Good old “snail mail”. Turns out, even though we had every assurance in the world from her and her lawyer in writing and email, the fact that this actual letter had now been sent by post was going to signify the loss of our investment. The investors did not understand such delay. Suddenly; there is no movie. Whoa. I’m about to sit to watch the Pee Wee Herman show as a big chunk of my 2010 was about to go down the drain. This can’t be happening. I’m going to hate the show, -I didn’t, it was pretty awesome actually-. So, I turn off my phone for 2 hours, and then, as soon as the show ends, I turn it back on and I have a missed call: my director. I’m sweating bullets. Here’s what happened: miraculously, the letter was actually sitting on his mailbox which he hadn’t checked. He thought it had been sent to his agent, not him. Nice. There was the letter the whole time. At his house. He scans it, sends it to the investors, and we are back in business. Suddenly the night made sense again, and hope was back in full swing. I went to an after party and had myself a double drink.
All, in 2 hours.
