An On-Line Journal
by Paul Buceta
2003 05 08 - Average day becomes very interesting.

I received a call from an acquaintance of mine that works in the movie industry asking if I was free to meet with a producer and director to discuss an opportunity for me.

"Hold on while I check my daytimer..."

"I think I could squeeze it in".

During our meeting, I'm informed that they've been working on a feature length film for the last year or so and are close to wrapping things up.

The best part?
They are interested in including me in the film in a pretty significant role.

(Where is someone to 'high-five' when you need them?)

While they explain this to me I nod, all serious-like, as if to say "I know what you're saying" and, "This shit happens to me all the time".
Truth is, I don't understand most of the technical lingo.

As the conversation continues I find myself struggling not to give in to a recurring impulse, which is to jump up and down shrieking like a teenage girl who just got a call from the most popular boy in school.

I told them to count me in and immediately ran off to talk to my company lawyer.

The elevator at the lawyer's office was busy so I took the stairs up four floors.
I used to live on the 24th floor in my old apartment and to keep in shape I would take the stairs up every day after work.
That was seven long years ago.

When I finally caught my breath, the Lawyer wouldn't stop laughing at me.
Anyhow, I got through my story and he assured me that there would be no conflict of interest and that I had nothing to worry about!

I took this opportunity to high five the lawyer - This was followed by an awkward silence then,
"Well, uh.... OK then, I'll just go now...."

Now, I know that people tend to get excited over small parts in films that never pan out, but I don't care.
I am just too happy to keep this to myself.

One, two, three, four, five, six....
Don't mind me, I'm just counting my chickens.