actually the bowels of "D"....

In general the meeting went as Deano said it would, quick and to the point. But, what fun would that be leaving it at that? Deano's son, let's call him Cletus (god I love that name) galloped into the main room of the basement offices and plopped down in his appointed folding chair. Not just any folding chair but one of those canvas types, and not the studio type canvas chairs, but rather the camp fire type. To my left was this whelp of a writer, scary really. I think 'Minus' is as good a name as any for his description. So Deano slammed down the imaginary gavel of his assertiveness and the brainstorm began to shower down. Halice went into his spin, trying as best he could to remember all the layout we'd gone over in the car, and still present it with the same passion all the while saying the lines exactly as he had put them down to memory in the car two hours earlier. All the while Deano nodded with a real intensity, more of a "b.s." intensity that begin to drift the further along we got. The itch of money was starting to scrap at the back of his tongue and it was clear he would soon belch fourth his expertise laced with dollar signs and billing issues. Minus sat like a lost lump of sweatshirt, and yellow Mead notebook next to me. I can't help but think he saw me shake my head while glancing in his direction. It was to be a half hour show that was laid down on the block, and Halice did well getting his point across. I ended up interjecting here and there with details, some relivant, some just to use as an excuse exhale rather than letting out enormous sighs here and there. Cletus's stance was pretty evident as he was really the monkey to Deano's organ grinder, he more than likely would show up for the gig, but creativity and passion weren't part of his vision of a greatness in the Hollywood machine. Deano slashed his hands up with a symbol of both "I see the entire vision you put in front of my eyes", and the other half "let's break for a pee and beer". Without so much as a wink Deano was on to stating that the only way to make this thing happen would be to go all the way and make a pilot. He was a big thinker and didn't even soften up to his grand idea, it was Hollywood budget pilot or the damn thing wouldn't be worth doing. Apparently this had worked for him in the past, but I couldn't find a poster or signed photo on the walls around me to clarify that for me. For this pilot he, Cletus (our director-glorious leader of film), a set designer (wait for it), and Minus, poor minus could give Halice his dreams and visions for the sum of 80,000 dollars. No addition necessary, no figures given, a simple and quick sum. To think any other day and the total may have been 95,000, or maybe a better gamble at 65,000. First thing that shot through my head upon hearing his proposition was that hoped receipts would be presented in the end.