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Sep. 24th, 2007 | 03:15 pm

phone call, 100pm, monday
mr ander--- no, nathan--- and susan is already giggling
i think she likes me or something
and apparently she missed a very big memo somewhere along the line
perhaps next time i send something up i'll send a fucking headshot
of me in front of a damn rainbow flag or something so susan gets that idea out of her head
doesn't need a gay man to break her poor innocent heart
nathan, she says, giggle giggle, stephanie is on the line for your scheduled call
transfer her through, darling, i say, i've been waiting all day
because i have, i even promised aj on threat of death that i'd be sober for this call
i've probably chain smoked a pack of cigarettes already this morning though
to make up for it
please hold, nathan, susan says, and the phone beeps
stephanie lieberman, comes stephanie's voice, loud and brash and overbearing, everything i love about that crazy bitch
hi steph, i say, palms sweaty, pacing the apartment, cigarette clenched in between my fingers because this is fucking stressful, this phone call
what've you got for me, nate, she asks, already down to goddamn business
no small talk, no chit chat, no nothing, just what have you written in the past four years and why haven't i seen any of it
i've got nothing to email you, steph, i say
i don't say its because i had one giant clusterfuck of a weekend
she sighs and i laugh
but let me give you the rundown
i finally have the outline
because i do
it's all written up right here
it's the most i've gotten done on this fucking thing since we came to miami
definitely the most since my last crash, though i don't tell her that either
i run it down for her, cast of characters and summary of acts
and she is so fucking pleased
nate, she says, oh, jesus, nate, this is going to be fantastic
and she laughs and i laugh
machine gun laughter in tandem
ha ha ha ha ah ah ack ack ack ack ack
nate can you promise me something, she asks
and the ha-ha-ack-ack-ack stops
nate i need one act by this time next month
oh jesus
but i promised her
ok, steph, i say, and my palms are sweating and i need another cigarette
steph, i promise, one act
great, nate, she says
i'll check up with you next week right
right steph thanks doll
end call


i'm going to do it
i'm going to give her an act if it fucking kills me
but first i'm going to celebrate

if you're looking for me
i'll be in my best three piece suit in nineteen fucking twenty seven
i promise
no drinking
no funny business
because i don't want to get arrested in the past
because that would be fucked up

it's going to be a blast
i'm so glad we found this fucked up secret

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A.J. Bywaters

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from: lowonink
date: Sep. 24th, 2007 11:05 pm (UTC)

What the fuck are you doing in 1927? You'd better be home for dinner and I'm still pissed at you for smoking in the apartment. I know that wasn't on the list of promises you made while I was figuring out how to get us HOME (that, incidentally, I'm totally making you keep), but I swear do it again and you'll be dating Susan.

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from: cartridgefull
date: Sep. 24th, 2007 11:10 pm (UTC)

this shit still works in 1927
what the fuck do you think i'm doing there
i'm having a blast
a sober blast since alcohol is fucking illegal
i'll be home for dinner
i'm just checking out the local scene
gotta go i'm hiding in a closet so no one sees my blackberry
you should come
and visit
it's fucking amazing

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from: cartridgefull
date: Sep. 24th, 2007 11:13 pm (UTC)

and you totally can't fucking hold me to all of that shit
i was depressed
and drunk
and alone
and traumatized
you can't do that to me
i said a lot of shit

come on aj

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