Wednesday, July 10, 2013
The city of cinema stars
The city of angels is everything that the PNW is not- hot, sun bleached, ugly, cars gunning it down the highways that ribbon through every neighborhood. I drive to Santa Monica, to Muscle Beach with its swinging rings and balance beams, with no idea where I'm going besides I've read about Santa Monica in every Us Weekly I've ever read.
"Star gazing." I tell my co-worker. "I want to sit at a Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf and watch for Kate Hudson."
We go to her friend's house, a voice agent she went to college with. "I think you two should meet," she says, crisp, all business, pressing the elevator button. Out of everyone I know, Cindy is the person who pushes me the hardest to keep writing. She knows the industry. She thinks I can make it. She thinks I should at least give it a shot.
Her friend opens the door to his apartment, dressed in all black, leaning against the doorframe holding a martini, looking the very part of the LA agent.
He makes us drinks. Cindy mentions my blog. I say, "But I thought you were a voice agent? Like... Singing?"
He laughs. "That has got to be the most Seattle thing I've ever heard." Everyone laughs. I'm not sure why. Then he leans forward. "So you want to be a writer? Connect with others, be creative, launch ideas?" I nod enthusiastically.
"And you're not living in LA? Why aren't you living in LA?"
I shrug. "Maybe I should. Plus, I like surfing." I say, motioning towards a surfboard propped against the wall.
"And yet you're not living in LA....." He shakes his head, swirls his drink. "I don't understand people like you."
"I still can't believe people actually live here," I shout to Cindy. She replies, "Millions."
We go to Venice Beach in the afternoon after work, where I play like a kid in the warm Pacific. I'm walloped by the waves, thrown face down into the sand. I venture out farther and farther, white sand and warm water a brand new phenomenon to me. I stare transfixed by the flat aqua horizon as the waves crash around my shoulders. We eat on the beach, a restaurant where the food is served on little skate boards and the waitresses are models and go barefoot. I love LA.
I love LA for a whirlwind visit, and that's all folks.
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