The Director's Cut (Janice Thompson) by Janice Thompson

Author:Janice Thompson
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Hollywood (Los Angeles, Camera operators—Fiction, Situation comedies (Television programs)—Fiction, Hispanic American television producers and directors—Fiction, Women television producers and directors—Fiction, FIC042040, Calif.)—Fiction, FIC027020
ISBN: 9781441238092
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2012-05-31T16:00:00+00:00

Sunday morning I met my family at church, as always. With my father seated next to me, I was distracted from worship, and all the more so as I witnessed his tears during our pastor’s sermon. Not that my father’s tears were unusual, but something about his current emotional state seemed more genuine than before.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Mama, who dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. No doubt she had a lot of emotions to work through. I thought back to my conversation with Jason yesterday about the walls I’d put up. If I had so many, I could only imagine the ones my mother needed to tear down.

For the first time in a while, genuine compassion rose up for her situation. I couldn’t deny that most days, I got that “Don’t talk too long, please. I’m really busy” feeling where she was concerned. But not today. Today I wondered what it would feel like to walk a mile in her shoes. To be wounded by someone you loved. The Lord gripped my heart with an empathy that surprised me. I reached over and took Mama’s hand and gave it a squeeze. She looked at me, eyes widening a bit, and squeezed back.

The calmness in my spirit lasted all day Sunday. And by the time I arose on Monday morning—thirty minutes later than usual—I was determined to have a better attitude . . . about everything.

I rushed through the process of getting ready and headed out the door. I waved at my neighbor, who was out walking his dog—the same dog who’d yapped all night—then climbed into my car and headed to the studio.

From inside my purse, my cell phone rang out the melody of “My Heart Will Go On,” the theme from Titanic. Seemed appropriate for how I felt. I managed to reach beneath the receipts, wallet, breath mints, and keys to fetch the phone by the third ring.

“Hello?”

I expected to hear my mother’s voice but did not. “Tia Morales?” The woman on the other end of the phone sounded like she was in a hurry.

“Yes?”

“This is Michelle from Dr. Kennedy’s office. We got your phone messages over the weekend about coming in for allergy testing.”

“Yes, I need to schedule an appointment. The sooner, the better.”

“Dr. Kennedy had a cancellation this morning. Would you like to come in now?”

“Now?” I glanced at the clock. Eight twelve. Ack. How would I manage the roundtable reading? “How long will it take?”

“Oh, not that long. You’ll just be coming in for a consultation. Dr. Kennedy will schedule the actual allergy testing for a later date. We can probably have you out of here no later than 9:30.”

“I see.” Hmm. Maybe if I hurried, I could accomplish this.

I agreed to leave right away and ended the call. Then I called Erin’s cell phone. She answered on the third ring and said she would help out by corralling the cast members into the roundtable reading room at nine o’clock, along with the writers, who would share their vision for the script.

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