the golden moments

Picture it:  New York, April 2007.

A not-so-young director want-to-be was in the midst of a busy pre-production session for a filmmaking workshop.  During auditions, an actor approached the director and shared with the director his interpretation of the character.  Hearing that another person understood his vision, the director sensed chills running up his spine and was nearly moved to tears.

It was then that the not-so-young director want-to-be knew that that was what he was.  That director was me.  And that actor - I've forgotten his name.

Fast forward six years (perhaps even to the day), and I am once again in the presence of actors with whom I will have the daunting task and privilege of interpreting my script.  Luckily I've got a great casting director and her assistant to guide me along the way.  The journey ahead this time, however, is quadruple the challenges of my previous experience, as I've unwisely written a story about a family of three, including three generations and a span of ten years.  That translated to review over 500 head shots this afternoon and many hours ahead of matching up faces to build a believable family.

I'm looking forward to every moment of this process, especially since one of the ladies auditioning for the role of Grandmother reminded me of Estelle Getty from The Golden Girls.