Back on my Feet.

My Mom passed away a couple of weeks ago.  It has been, and continues to be, the worst experience of my life.  Granted, my life has not seen much tragedy, so don't feel too bad for me.  But it still sucks.  It sucks that I won't be able to hear her leave a message on my phone.  "Hi Scott, it's just Mom..."  On the other hand, now she never has to miss any of my shows, and she can see my career blossom from a front row seat.  

It's been easy to fall out of focus with my career, but I think it's time to get back on the horse.  I shot my first industrial two weeks ago - my first paid gig for an agency, finally.  I'll be shooting a commercial next week as well.  I begin rehearsals with Pride Films and Plays for Ten Dollar House November 15th, which will mark a good change of pace from the zaniness of Nightmare in Paradise.  Meanwhile, Nothing Special is in a position to expand greatly, and that's a very exciting (if a bit precarious) place to be in.

I was recharged when I was invited to participate in Pride Films and Plays' Simply Sensational benefit last Monday night.  We performed two scenes from Ten Dollar House as part of a program that included the AMAZING Alexandra Billings, a beautiful costume parade by John Nasca, and so many other talented performers.  At the end of the night, Alexandra performed "I Don't Care Much" from Cabaret, which transitioned into "Creep" by Radiohead.  Cabaret and Radiohead are two of my very favorite things, so I was GEEKING OUT, and she sang the hell out of those songs, reminding me what live immediate performances can and should be. A friend said she "casually blew the roof off the building" - no doubt.

​Time to get to work and do the things I want to do.  I'm doing it.