I was cast in a role in an out-of-town production of All My Sons--a show I know nothing about, only in this version, Meryl Streep had a lead. And we were on a bus traveling to our first performance, and I realized I didn't even know what part I was playing, let alone what the show was about. Luckily, the first performance was just a read-through, so I was okay.
Meryl Streep noted that we were being paid $300,000 for our performances. I asked her if that was good, knowing that for a movie role, she commands much more. She laughed, but not in a condescending way, and said, "Yes, that's really good for a touring show especially considering nobody knows who you are."
And then John Travolta showed up. I'm not sure why; maybe he was a producer? And it turns out I had met him at a bat mitzvah five years ago, and apparently I left an impression because he and his wife, Kelly Preston, had decided I was the worst fan, if not the worst person, ever. And I told John Travolta that I had changed and after spending some time with me he agreed. But then Kelly showed up and she was a total bitch and I kept thinking to myself, "Don't mention the dead kid. It will do nothing to help your case." And then I realized I'd met Alan Alda at that same bat mitzvah and was probably a jerk to him as well and resolved never to face Alan Alda again.
And I think there was another really tall elevator ride involved, bringing back the recurring theme of the giant elevator that's permeated several of my dreams over the past few months.
I'm going to Wikipedia to see what part I could possibly play in All My
Sons.
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Whatever you ate before going to bed...I'd like to avoid that. LOL that was kinda wild...
In an attempt to win Mr. Travolta over, you could have mentioned how you spent quite some time in high school fitting his name into every possible song.
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