All’s well that ends well.
Late one evening I got a call from the producer.
“I’ve got the money for you,” He said triumphantly, “In cash.”
“I went to a restaurant in Beverly Hills where he usually eats dinner and asked for the money in cash. In front of his friends, he reached into his pocket, counted the money and handed it to me as if it was chump change.”
We agreed to meet at a Starbucks. When I arrived the place was locked.
But the producer was inside. 9pm, and they were closing for the night. They let him out though.
“He still owes me money for budgeting and scheduling” the producer told me, “He says he’s that close to getting the money together for the movie.”
Hollywood – Where dreams are still alive.