Akemi’s latest bento breakfast gives me the strength to field the day’s explosive issue. I borrow Bobby C.’s shades to keep the shrapnel out of my eyes.
Alexander gives me the “Yes, it CAN get any worse” look.
Steve demonstrates patience and perseverance, coming in to the conference and settling in, fully prepared to work on his episode – only to have us called away to deal with prep-related business. Over and over and over again. Despite it all, he’s all smiles. Understanding or one more interruption away from a laptop-wielding bludgeoning spree?
Guess we’ll find out tomorrow.
When NOT spinning Steve’s story today, we were checking out the auditions for the pilot (I believe we have our Fiona, General Weigart and, possibly, Berne. And we should have our Frieder buy tomorrow), chatting with Stephen, our pilot director, who looks A LOT like his brother (He’s an incredibly smart guy with great creative vision. I’ve already lined him up for a future Q&A), missing out on the Audi test, perusing costume suggestions coming in for Frank, Delia, Carla, and Tarconi, preparing the supporting materials (preliminary boards, timings, notes) for my next four rewrites, and sitting in on a grueling conference call. And I’m not even in prep on MY episode yet!
Grabbing a matcha, then off to dinner with Shanks. I’ll tell him you guys say hi!