Wendago

Well, Sean’s handling the estate and the funeral details. And Sean’s nasty girlfriend is somehow involved. I’ve heard stories about her from Noel and Jess and they don’t put her in a pretty light. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s the one that…it doesn’t matter.
Sean asked if I’d be the opening speaker at the funeral. I told him I’d be honored.
He also told me Dean left a list of people he wanted contacted in the event of his death. We were on the list as well as Maila Nurmi. I knew the name. Dean had mentioned her before. Vampira. The original Elvira. She used to introduce horror flicks back in the live TV days. Dean told me they had dated back in the day but he dumped her after she cheated on him with James Dean.
What he didn’t tell me is that they were married.
Anyway, nobody can find Maila so I’m gonna see if I can track her down through the net and such. With only a couple of days to the funeral…dunno.

Lazar seems pretty cool. Young but very Hollywood. Good looking, well dressed. I think I handled myself okay. I just came out and told him about Dean and I think we spent most of the lunch talking about the old bastard.
The Revolution meeting went just fine. I don’t remember their notes but I wrote them all down. They want an outline, five or six pages. That’s fine. I can do that.
Melanie’s a mess. She’s pissed and sad and you name it. More than anything she feels guilty. We both do. Somebody tried to screw up the relationship the three of us had and we let it happen. We wasted the last year of his life on bitterness. Now it’s too late. Fuck.

Mel was supposed to start working as a bartender at the Grove today. She cancelled. She’s…I’ve never seen her so torn up. She hasn’t stopped crying for longer than 30 minutes at a time.
I’ve a lunch meeting today to meet a different agent at ICM. Robert Lazar. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to be upbeat.
I’m also supposed to meet with Revolution to get my Scarecrow notes.
I spoke with Sean briefly. He sounded as broken as I’ve ever heard him. He and I may have had our differences but there’s no doubt he cared deeply for Dean. Enough for now.

…

I got the Job. Nicole just called and shouted, “You got it!” I’m a working screenwriter again! I’m going back in next week to hear their notes but Frankel, my lawyer, is already starting the process. I called Dean Lorey and told him. He was overjoyed for me. I called Dean Riesner. He was overjoyed as well. Course, he jabbed at me for never calling. I told him to blow me that I wasn’t after his money. He cackled and I told him all about the job. Course, that was pretty much the extent of people I wanted to tell. Shame my only two friends are a short dude and an old dude, but what are ya gonna do?