a darn good day

Back in NYC. It's hella chilly out, but my room is super cosy. It was so lovely to be greeted by the pajama-clad Daisy and (previously unmentioned) Lex, and re-greet our Queens apartment. Previously, coming home from LA trips meant a cold, untended place, likely with something growing in the fridge. It took a few hours to get the fires burning again.

Perhaps it is easier than ever to maintain that inner-glow all the way across the country, because I had such a DARN GOOD DAY.

Here's the skinny. Last night, Russell brought up a discussion we had a few days prior about Lemonlime, the agency we've both been crushing on for several months now. With the tagline "Talent with a Twist," this amazingly awesome boutique boasts a roster of ultra-rad alterna-talent, and is run by two of my favorite twitter-folk: @ChaimMagnum and @AgentwithaChirp. They are Lemonlime, and though I don't know them personally, their 140-character perspectives on life & the business are something I look forward to whenever I log on. And some of their tweets have kept me inspired and motivated through a month of really scraping to find good quality work, and get myself as out there as possible.

Anyway, Russell suggests - nay, insists - that I follow through on a random idea of bringing a photo/resume by their office. Though I've already sent in an e-submission, and I have been told my whole life that waltzing in to an agency without an invitation is not only pointless - do it at the wrong place, and it can be very damaging. They may never call. I've heard all sorts of horror stories.

Nonetheless, Rusty points out, you love these guys, and you should go in there and Braveheart speech about how hard you work, and how hard you wanna work FOR and WITH them.

Me: (grumpy, resistant) I can't give a Braveheart speech to a receptionist.
Rusty: Well. You can write them a heartfelt note, and put the speech in there.

This morning, at 8:30, I was hardly more enthused. This plan was robbing us of sleep, and cuddle time, and I was going to make a fool of myself if I went through with it anyhow. But Rusty hops out of bed...makes me coffee...and tells me to get up.

Have I mentioned how awesome this guy is?

In the midst of packing and dressing, I realize that this is actually great. I am always striving to have greater courage, really grab the bull by the horns, and make increasingly bold moves. Rusty has presented the challenge, and I must accept.

Fast forward two hours, I walk in to the Lemonlime office with my note and my pictures in hand, and am greeted by an adorable Yorkie named Foxy. No receptionist - just puppy kisses! Shortly thereafter, Mr. Magnum emerges, I get up off the floor (yes, I will ALWAYS happily sprawl out on a strangers' carpet to better play with an adorable dog), and I introduce myself, saying something like:

Me: Hi! I'm Maggie - I'm actually on my way to the airport - but I wanted to stop by with my stuff cuz I have a huge crush on your agency.

(This is very very true.)

Mr. Magnum is super cool, and we talk about Foxy and twitter for a bit, and he says he'll give my stuff to the person who sets meetings (which I don't really read into), and I should send him a message on twitter so we can talk there. Sweetness! I was thrilled. I got back in the car, not even trying to analyze it all, just excited.

Through the magic of twitter, within the hour, I hear from Mr. Magnum:
"Maggie thanks for stopping in, I have your pic in my pile of people to set up for a meeting, see you soon ;"

And then he tweets to the general public: "Dont try this at home, lol, or at every Agents office, but @maggieLevin just stopped by dropped off pic and got herself a real meeting w/us"

Rusty and I go for lunch, and faux-tango in a Del Taco.

I fly out of LAX feeling loved and feeling the proverbial Love.

Auditions and writing and more to do in the New York morning, and it's already 4 AM EST. Gah! Bedtime.

xoxo
MaggieMoon