Friday, September 28, 2012

VISION CASTING

So we are back with another VISION CASTING post.  Enjoy!


I was a little hesitant to board the plane. It wasn’t like I had a premonition that the plane would crash or be hijacked. It had everything to do with the trip. I had a script about three quarters done and a meeting with three brokers expecting to see a finished product. I shuffled my feet through the terminal and up to security like a toddler who didn’t want to do something but knew there’d be consequences. The consequences, in this case, were undefined, but the numbers being thrown around at what these “newbies” would pay for a solid script from me was no joke.

I found a seat. My Able Abe black leopard print messenger bag held my essentials I was carrying onto the plane. I checked my messages on my phone, as I saw my flight was to be delayed. As an avid people watcher, I began watching the variety of people congregated at one time and one place. It tripped my mind out a little. I imagined where each person was off too and to what business, be it vacation, business, or a secret rendezvous. I watched the families with kids, I watched and watch how they dealt with getting their kids, through the flood of people moving and going from all directions. I saw the business types in suits, BlackBerrys glued to their ear as they brokered high tech deals over the phone. Doing this visual impression kept my mind off the fact that for the past hour my flight status was still delayed.


 In the back of my mind, the finishing touches to the script simmered, coming together slowly. Nonetheless, I’d have a finished script to deliver even if I had to lock myself in my hotel room once in New York for the first few days. Earlier that day, before coming to the airport, I had a photo shoot with two young college age girls looking to break into the modeling scene. The image of them looking at their images on my camera laying on the studio couch and perfect pert asses made for cut off jean shorts or spandex boy shorts flashed across my mind, as it was the last thing I saw before leaving the studio. 



 I was deep into the people-watching mode. I saw a stewardess walking through the terminal, dragging one of those luggage compartments on wheels. She looked exhausted. She moved slowly, one foot in front of another, almost like she might collapse at any minute like a triathlon runner, meters from the finish line. Her finish line was a terminal area couch just out of my site line. I could only see her hands and her now crossed legs, as she was now seated with her rolling luggage next to her.  I could see her right hand reach for something out of my view. Once back in view I noticed she holding a cell phone, as she began scrolling.


My flight went from delayed, to a slim chance it would be cancelled, to now boarding in a matter of hours. In that time I had finally brought out my laptop and began actively working on the script. Knowing someone wanted a piece of my creativity, made me feel good. It definitely made me want to do my best work. As I made my way to board the plane, each passenger was greeted by this gorgeous, model type stewardess that was so flawless it was as if she floated on air. I watched throughout the flight to prove and even disprove my theory of her to no avail.


When we arrived at JFK the weather was a bit chilly, with a brisk wind. I gathered my bags and hailed a cab to my hotel. While checking in, I saw they had a lounge and thought a drink might sooth the jet lag. So I got to my room, showered, changed, and made my way back down to the lounge. I ordered a Grey Goose and ice with a twist. Surveying the place, which looked like a bunch of quiet out-of-towner’s and a band of regulars. The decor was a bit dated, and reminded me of a fashion photo I had seen selling make up or of just the tropical theme. I sat at the bar sipping my drink, strategizing in my head how I’d tackle the whole script finishing process, when a woman sat next to me at the bar. She must have come in unnoticed by me, as the bar patrons could be counted on two hands. The lounge was dimly lit and with all the colored lighting it was a bit difficult to see what you saw. She sat there rubbing the rim of her glass ever so gently. At a certain point she turned to me and looked me over. I acknowledged her presence, looking over and showing her a quick smile. She wasn’t ugly, but she was definitely not gorgeous. My intention was just to take the edge off, maybe enter into some easy going conversation, but the conversation she was looking for wasn’t going to be from me.  I finished my drink in silence. Accepting things as they came, I got up from the bar confidently walking back to my room.



The whole situation reminded me of this girl I once knew who was supposedly now living in New York. We talked on the phone long distance for a while, but it fizzled out after awhile. It was the distance that resolved. Yet I remember her always talking about owning her own studio apartment with a walk in closet so deep she could get lost in it. I looked up her contact info and thought about calling, as I got to my room. The number was there, but I felt I had other business to attend to so I called up Nausami as I entered my hotel room, closing the door behind me.





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