My agency just called. Not my agent, but his assistant the Chad as in, "Hey, it's the Chad on the line with something for you." It seems no one is clear on when my agent will be released from rehab or what put him there in the first place, though I have my suspicions.
What the Chad had for me was a rewrite note for a script that the agency was going to send me.
"The problem is it's written in three acts with a protagonist and antagonist"
"That's a problem?"
"Yeah, nobody wants stories anymore; they're too much work for the audience. What they're looking for is a brilliant idea for an opening followed by lots of scenes with characters in the target demo age group. Three acts don't work."
"What about Euripides?"
"Hey, don't get the Chad started on the Golden Globes. Those people don't know what's going on outside of Stockholm and we're presenting you as mainstream mega-bucks, so soft-pedal that, OK?"
"By the way, if you-know-who calls..."
"Don't worry; we don't want anybody to know where any of our clients are."
We had already tripled to maximum amount of telephone time usually allowed by the Chad and it turned out he wanted something.
"Is there any way you can help the Chad pry Catherine Millet away from her New York literary agent?"
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