Yesterday afternoon, Connie and I finally got to watch the long awaited clip of our Hollywood debut in “How Long,” the testimonial commercial we filmed for The Hartford/AARP back in June of this year. I’d love share this beautiful piece of film noir history with you, but am forbidden by two reasons;
The two-minute commercial features The Gayers for about three seconds in which I utter a couple of short sentences with impeccable John Wayne-style timing. The ad ran for a couple of weeks in mid-November on Family Entertainment Television (FETV). I can’t believe they haven’t asked me back to film a full-length movie.
If you’re new to Friday Flash Fiction, the producer/director of this little shop of tremendously short, short stories is Stephanie King Wisoff-Fields. If you’d like to take a stab at this exercise in madness, head over to her blog for step-by-step instructions. To view the FFF Hollywood Squares Authors Block click here.
She pushed the document across the table.
“I need your signature on pages two, six, and ten—and your initials where indicated with an “x” and a yellow highlighter.”
“What’s this all about?”
“It’s our agreement. If you’re to serve as my butler and servant there are certain tasks and expectations you will be required to fulfill.”
“But I already prepare you meals, fluff your bed, clean your private bathroom, and cater to your every whim. What more could you possibly want?”
“Constant worship and praise. Hop to it Fatty, or I’ll have you cleaning up poop behind the piano.”
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Or the three people I guilted into reading this blog, whatever.
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