I just realized I never posted this on here, so here it is. the final trailer. 4 years and 2 thousand hours worth of footage boils down to 11 minutes and 42 seconds. I still think about what could have been if this had taken off. most frequently, I picture the final scene of what would have been the series finale of the show had it aired on MTV. i’ve had this vision ever since the opportunity to turn it into a television show came my way.
picture it, a group of us goes to the diner, we are all meeting one last time to discuss our options and the possibility of signing contracts for MTV. Jena, who holds the fate of the show in her hands with a decision, has told me she isn’t sure if she is going to show up or not, but if she does, then she is on board
the rest of us are at the diner, hanging out, inter-cut with personal video diaries of us reflecting on the magnitude of the past 4 years and how our lives have changed, and how they would change if we did the show.
it’s a very casual scene, laughing, banter, a bit of bickering back and forth. business as usual.
I order a bowl of onion rings for the table, as I hit the play button on the juke box and Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing” comes on.
(sound familiar?)
tension builds as the group wonders if Jena will ever walk through the door, changing our lives forever. I have my back to the door, facing the rest of you. Suddenly, we hear the DING! noise as someone enters the diner, Allie’s eyes light up, and she motions for me to turn and look. As the camera swings to reveal who has walked in ——- CUT TO BLACK
the end.
the beginning.
been a while since I’ve blogged, so I just wanted to say hi =)
Hey guys. I know the tens of you that read this blog have probably been wondering where I’ve been lately. Don’t worry. I’m still here. One of the reasons I started this blog was because I wanted a way to gather my thoughts. These thoughts will eventually, and hopefully, become a book one day. Well, I’ve officially started.
I’m only 732 words into the prologue, and already I’m experiencing a bit of writers block. This is going to be fun. If you don’t hear from me that often, it’s because I’m putting most of my time and energy into this at the moment. Don’t worry, I will update you here and there. Until then, here is a quick excerpt from the prologue so you can get a sense of what the tone will be.
“I can vividly recall that moment when I decided that I should write a book. Problem is, there’s more than one moment. I’ve said it to myself dozens and dozens of times. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. That moment when you think to yourself, “this could only happen to me, I should write a book, I’d make millions.” It doesn’t help much when you’ve got an incredible group of people around you, family and friends, telling you that not only “should you” write a book, but that you “need to” write a book with an overwhelming sense of urgency. They’re enablers, but the best kind at that. I always say that I’d be nowhere without these people, and then I realize, “wait a minute, where am I exactly?” Maybe I’d be somewhere without these people? No, that can’t be it. Although, as you’ll see later, if it weren’t for some of them, one in particular, I might have actually been “somewhere” completely unexpected. Growing up, my parents always said I would be a success, something “extraordinary” and a year ago it certainly looked like a possibility. But I guess that all depends on how you measure success. When that opportunity came crashing down I was convinced that I’d missed my “extraordinary” opportunity. I decided at the very least that I could settle for living an ordinary life and being an ordinary person so long as I had an “extraordinary” job. It sounded so simple. This coming from someone who was unemployed at the time, with the odds stacked frighteningly against them. It was a frustrating wake-up call when I realized that being “extraordinary” is basically the same as being invisible if no one knows about it. I had the chance once, and it slipped away. Things could have been very different. But there I was and here I am.”
