Kevin called. Kimberly liked the script. Thought it was better, funnier (huh?). Anyway, it was on the weekend read list for the studio folk with (we assumed) Kimberly’s recommendation. She'd be leaving at the end of the week (so how much would her recommendation even mean at this point?). Besides, the option would expire two weeks afterward.
Kevin then segued into “Like Magic.” He was on a roll now, spurting out concepts, ideas and plot points. He’s loving this stuff; he’s hot for the two characters. Franchise. Sequels. Big bucks. Hollywood! Movie Stars! Black gold! They’re all nuts out there.
As we drifted into July, I called Kevin to see if they were okay after an earthquake hit California. There was no answer (spoiler alert: everyone was ok).
I was working on “Magic.” I wasn’t “in love with it” but I was trying to make it work. I was doing some work on “Space Rocks,” and sought out Bill to run it by him, him being a writer of stage plays and all.