Here's a sad story.
All I ever wanted to do was work on Broadway. All I ever wanted.
I spent my childhood in amateur and then regional theater; went to college in Theater School; produced my own revivals of Broadway shows, got great reviews, worked my way up from assistant stage manager to associate producer at one of the most famous theaters in North America...
Then one day, during an afternoon break from a rehearsal, I went to the movies and saw a film that utterly changed my life (you'll see why I don't name it in a minute). I decided then and there that I wanted to work in the movies and go to Hollywood. Broadway became my backup plan.
So I worked my ass off and finally made it to Los Angeles where I do, indeed, work in the industry. I achieved everything wanted to - sadly not before my folks succumbed to Alzheimer's - and now, guess what?
I am being absolutely screwed and betrayed, as only Hollywood can, in a movie project...
By the very same director/producer whose film encouraged me to go into the movie business in 1979.
You can't write irony like that.
http://www.broadwayworld.com/board/readmessage.cfm?thread=972787#3631451
http://www.broadwayworld.com/board/readmessage.cfm?thread=963561#3533883
http://www.broadwayworld.com/board/readmessage.cfm?thread=955158#3440952
http://www.broadwayworld.com/board/readmessage.cfm?thread=954269#3427915
http://www.broadwayworld.com/board/readmessage.cfm?thread=955012#3441622
http://www.broadwayworld.com/board/readmessage.cfm?thread=954344#3428699