I knew that she was perfect for the part in my next picture.
I also knew that it was going to be a tough sell; I was right.
I went through the regular channels but in addition,
I tried sending a direct message telling her that it was a risky role but could be glorious.
I received a message back.
"I might be interested. Talk to my agent," it said.
I pitched her reps and I think that the strength of the story,
and my own track record perhaps, persuaded them.
I left them the script, which turned out to be only a few spot rewrites away from finished.
I couldn't have asked for much more.
I took the liberty of again using my source to send a direct message.
"This could be great," I said.
She replied. "I read the script. I liked it. Talk to my agent."
I could feel the deal coming together. We started going through the usual processes.
I thought I might as well take a little chance, since my messages didn't seem to be upsetting her.
I sent another.
"So, just between you and me—what's your bottom line on the final figure?
I can match what you got for your last picture, including the percentage.
Do we have a deal?"
I breathed a sigh of relief when she replied, "I won't write LOL but I do like your brass!
I think things will work out. Talk to my agent."
I knew I was in.
We did the picture and it turned out great.
I had wanted to tell this story for a long time and people liked it--
felt something worthwhile from it.
It was what you would call a triumph all around.
During the year after the movie was done, I came to feel something too.
I realized it was something more than just being dazzled by an amazing presence.
I thought that it might not be a bad tack to let her know
that I was going to try and talk her into marrying me.
I said we'd defy the Hollywood norm and stay together forever.
"Should I talk to your agent?" I asked her as lightheartedly as I could--
even though I think I was only half kidding.
She smiled that beautiful, warm, famous smile.
"You should," she said,
"Tell her that I'm going to be needing some time off."
Any triumphs I had before—paled in comparison.
I also knew that it was going to be a tough sell; I was right.
I went through the regular channels but in addition,
I tried sending a direct message telling her that it was a risky role but could be glorious.
I received a message back.
"I might be interested. Talk to my agent," it said.
I pitched her reps and I think that the strength of the story,
and my own track record perhaps, persuaded them.
I left them the script, which turned out to be only a few spot rewrites away from finished.
I couldn't have asked for much more.
I took the liberty of again using my source to send a direct message.
"This could be great," I said.
She replied. "I read the script. I liked it. Talk to my agent."
I could feel the deal coming together. We started going through the usual processes.
I thought I might as well take a little chance, since my messages didn't seem to be upsetting her.
I sent another.
"So, just between you and me—what's your bottom line on the final figure?
I can match what you got for your last picture, including the percentage.
Do we have a deal?"
I breathed a sigh of relief when she replied, "I won't write LOL but I do like your brass!
I think things will work out. Talk to my agent."
I knew I was in.
We did the picture and it turned out great.
I had wanted to tell this story for a long time and people liked it--
felt something worthwhile from it.
It was what you would call a triumph all around.
During the year after the movie was done, I came to feel something too.
I realized it was something more than just being dazzled by an amazing presence.
I thought that it might not be a bad tack to let her know
that I was going to try and talk her into marrying me.
I said we'd defy the Hollywood norm and stay together forever.
"Should I talk to your agent?" I asked her as lightheartedly as I could--
even though I think I was only half kidding.
She smiled that beautiful, warm, famous smile.
"You should," she said,
"Tell her that I'm going to be needing some time off."
Any triumphs I had before—paled in comparison.
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