On The Set

I went downtown three times today. Between visiting radio stations, pulling tickets from the box office and checking on the set, whew. I must have driven 100 miles or more. But it was all worth it, because at 5:21 PM this afternoon, I heard my name in lights, yessireeebob. The radio commercial for the play went live and I couldn't help but do the happy dance. My daughter heard it,too and she came running to my room. I am a rockstar in her eyes once again.

I went and looked at the beginning of the set building yesterday. We got past the sketches, but I gotta tell you, I held my breath the whole time. It still looks like sticks and straw to me. Or metal and wood, but Mark Sullivan from the SA Film District has a vision.

Here's a clip.

Comments

Anonymous said…
ok, so this guy LOOKS like a genius. for some reason, i feel like you are in very good hands.

now why isn't your commercial running on your blog or website?

never miss a chance to run a flight of your marcom on properties you own. (that's a maxim from a marketing guru i know....)

all the best on this exciting endeavor.

luv ya!
foxx fan
8:18 PM
Anonymous said…
Are you sure about this guy? The guy who did the commercial was the bomb! This guy makes me wonder. :)
I know it will turn out great in the end...you'll see once it gets on stage.
(and I notice you wear heals just about everywhere...he was totally underdressed to meet with you)
9:26 PM
Nina Foxx said…
Sometimes you just have to trust!
9:34 PM
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