Sign Below the Dotted Line: The Meeting With My Agent, Part II

9.14.2011
So...

I meant with my agent yesterday. I was so frickin nervous. I sat in traffic, edging inch by inch wondering what the heck I'm doing with my life here in Los Angeles. I was on the same street going to the same building I had gone to six years previously and my acting blessings haven't multiplied at all since then.

That ish is hard to deal with at times...almost unbearable. I made it though and my agent had nothing but smiles when she came into the room. She immediately went in for a hug and I swear all of my frustrations and fears melted. It's like she was seeing someone with potential standing in front of her...and I SO needed to be looked at that way. It's been a LONG time...

We went into the signing room and began to catch up on stuff from the past year...Had my cancer come back? Nope, thank God and just had a check up to confirm I'm still cervical savvy. Oh you moved? How do you like that area of the valley? Still working on your book?

We caught up while I signed and signed and signed some more...papers after papers...That 20% agents can collect if they get you a non-union job is no joke! Apparently some actors and models are quite dense and so contract signing has to be spelled out each time in sad ways..."You do realize Tish we're not your employer but a sort of middle man that finds you work?"...

Um, yes. I realize that....but whoever doesn't get that better hope their face can pay the bills for a long time because that mind is 'special'.

I signed and then she went over exactly what she wants from the photographer who hopefully will take the shots that will land me some frickin exposure/work...fingers crossed.

It was nice and refreshing. I haven't left feeling inspired from a contract signing in a long time.

I left the office and headed back home. This young Latino cat with piercings and a punk look did Gene Kelly's famous number from Singing in the Rain while crossing Hollywood and Highland. Meanwhile a beautiful sister with a veil of braids looked on unmoved by the magic unfolding around her...

In a world so jaded I still respect the naive bravery... The crazy driven...Those weirdos who can't or won't hear "no" and keep dancing to the personal songs groovin' in their souls. I realized I'm no different than that cat dancing in the streets. Made me smile...

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