I have, for the most part, gotten over my fear of performance, so to speak. I was a theatre major, I've done lots of stupid things in front of lots of people, and most of the time I don't get the jitters. Sometimes, though, they come roaring back.
I had a call with Fox today. Now, mind you, I've talked to Fox before. After the initial stunned phone call in October, I've probably spoken to them four times. Not so bad. No nerves.
Until today, when I jittered around like crazy until the phone rang.
It wasn't a bad phone call. It didn't last long, but my New Contact is a busy lady. A nice lady, but busy. We discussed shifting the focus a bit. We talked about the need to demonstrate what the weekly format would be and how the story would play out if we were looking at a 22-episode season (22! She really said 22. It's not anything even near a promise that I'd actually ever *get* a 22 episode season, but the very thought makes me dizzy!) and what to think about.
And then she said we'd talk again, which is the most important part.
Now I can breathe again. I'll try.