Presently: Need to get something off my chest.

At the end of last summer, something really cool happened to me. I was sitting at home, binge watching old episodes of “Sister Wives”, when my phone rang. Now, as an actor, there’s nothing better than the sound your phone makes when you get an email. That combination of dings makes my heart fall into my butt faster than if I get a text from my ex-boyfriend (which one? I’m not telling).

The beautiful “buh dah doop” sounded and I sprang for my phone thinking “please be an audition, please be an audition”. It was not an audition, but it still caught my eye.

This email was from a New York based producer, who shall remain nameless, but for dramatic effect, let’s call him, Mr. J.

Mr. J was reaching out to me because he had somehow stumbled across my blog, (yes, this blog, the one you’re reading right now), and he liked what he read. He explained that his company, though new-ish, had a pretty sweet investment deal (my words, not his, his were much more professional and dream-making), and that he wanted to talk to me about possibly turning my blog, (yes, this one), into a movie.

I read the email, I chuckled, I thought “yeah right, scammer”, and then, I got curious. I looked Mr. J and his company up on IMDb. To my surprise, they were legit. Yeah, they didn’t have many credits under their belt, but the credits they did have had nice budgets and big names. I wasn’t dealing with some kid in his mom’s basement, or that Hollywood douche who wears a “Producer” hat to parties thinking it’ll get him laid. These guys were the real deal and they liked my writing and they were making me an offer I literally couldn’t refuse.

I jumped up and down for a second, let out a solid girl-squeal, then sat down to compose a brief, professional, charming response.

A few days later I was on the phone with Mr. J talking budgets and option deals and writing. I spent weeks going back and forth between the producers and my agents, negotiating contracts. About a month after that first email, I signed an option deal.

To say I was on cloud 9 would be an understatement. I always knew I wanted to be an actor, but someone was giving me a platform to not only act, but write my story, a story I was passionate about, a story I was proud of. I was beyond grateful and ecstatic. 365 days of going stone cold sober really paid off, right?

Wrong.

Everything was going really well. Mr. J flew to LA and we spent a weekend discussing acting, writing, books, love, and life over a couple of dinners. If I’m being completley honest, I was smitten. I remember going to our first dinner meeting thinking that’s all it was; a dinner meeting. When I walked in and saw Mr. J standing at the bar, I thought “hubba hubba”. I found myself flirting before the waiter could even come take our drink order.

After that weekend, Mr. J and I stayed in touch. He would text me about the script or just to say hi or to send me a picture of a cute dog. One day, I came home to a package on my doorstep from Mr. J. It was a giant bag of licorice, which I had told him was my favorite (although, if you’re reading this Mr. J, I said red licorice was my favorite, and you sent me black, gross).

In between texts and gifts, I was writing. I was writing… All. The. Time. Some days I wrote more than others. Some days I didn’t feel like writing so I forced myself to do it, only to delete the un-inspired mess a few hours later. I was writing dilligentally, I was holding up my end of the deal, unfortunately, Mr. J was not.

To make this long story a bit shorter, the next time Mr. J came to LA, it didn’t go so well. He had reached out to make plans, we had confirmed plans, and then the day of said plans, Mr. J ghosted. The last text I got from him said something along the lines of “Will let you know what the plan is for tonight. Can’t wait to see you!” He never let me know what the plan was that night. I sat on my couch fully dressed, hair and make-up ready for hours, waiting on his call, which never came.

At first I thought something terrible had happened, which is a normal reaction to have when you care about someone and trust them and they do something out of character. It didn’t take long for me to realize that Mr. J was completely fine, he just blew me off. I called, I texted, I emailed, I stuck my agents on him. This all happened two months ago. I still have yet to hear from Mr. J.

So, as far as I’m concerned, I no longer have an option deal. As quickly as that unrealized dream came true, it was squashed.

And I’m not going to lie, that really freaking hurts. Both on a personal, and professional level, it hurts.

I’ve gone through a few emotions dealing with all of this. At first I felt stupid. How could I have let myself trust this guy? I’ve been here before, I’ve heard those Hollywood-Producer Hat Wearing-Douchecanoes go on their rants about how they want to make me a “star”. Mr. J wasn’t that guy though. He was humble, and kind. He listened when I spoke, he looked me in the eye, he seemed to value my opinons and trust my creativity. He wasn’t a producer cliche. So, I stopped feeling stupid and instead, I felt anger. I was angry at myself for thinking something this good could happen to me and I was angry at Mr. J for breaking our contract. I was angry at the universe for showing me what it feels like to get what you want, only to yank it away a few months later. Then I felt sorry. I felt sorry for Mr. J because I have a hunch this all has to do with money. I think they offered me an option deal and at the end of the day, they couldn’t pay up, so they vanished. If that’s the case, then yeah, I feel sorry for them because I know what it feels like to want to create and tell stories, only to get held back by something as frustrating as money. The three scripts sitting in my iCloud know that feeling all too well.

And now, I’m just hurt. I think this one is going to sting for a little while, but that’s okay. I’ll find some creative and cathartic way to heal the wound and move on from it all.

Before I move on though, I have some final thoughts for Mr. J.

I read something recently that said, “wish someone the best as if you have all the power in the world to make their dreams come true”.

And with that in mind…

Mr. J- I wish you the best. I hope you make wonderful work. I hope you continue to make movies. I hope you tell meaningful stories that leave you inspired. I hope the road gets easier, and even more fulfilling. I hope you find success in everything you do. I hope you never make a promise you can’t keep, ever again. But, more than anything, I hope you are happy.

2 thoughts on “Presently: Need to get something off my chest.”

  1. Wonderful blog post. So sorry for the pain that you have experienced, yet so inspired on the courages way you have dealt with it. I am a beginning actor who just got my first part in a short film. After hours and hours of rehearsing and memorizing the script and two days of filming, The producer and director got into some kind of disagreement and the whole thing just blew up. Now I am left wondering if the film will even be made. but after reading your post I understand the importance of just shaking it off and moving on. Thank you and I am looking forward to hearing about your future projects

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  2. Your resilience is incredible and you heart continues to be strengthened on this “roller coaster” called life. I am so impressed with the commitment you have toward who you are and what you truly believe in. Simply amazing. I know that your story is being heard, and, I have every confidence that you will continue to meet every challenge with conviction and grace. There are no words big enough to express how proud I am of you. Mom
    “Never let the odds keep you from doing what you know in your heart you were meant to do.”
    — – H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

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