Saturday, April 22, 2006

Chapter 6 - The Hot Investor

So everybody back at Smut Headquarters in Charlotte are stoked about my movie plans. We have tried to keep it on the down low for one simple reason. AEBN has said they would love to fund the movie, but in that lies the double edged sword because if we would go to the big guys we would get our movie made, but our goal to be a profitable business would be crushed under the corporate sixteen wheeler. We would make a couple hundred bucks and the movie, its rights, and everything involved in it would be theirs. That is why we are seeking outside funds in the first place; so that we have leverage on the amount we sell it for, right? If I became desperate a year down the road Id jump under the truck. For now, I still have pride. My friend and soon to be business partner, Jon, who I trust immensely had taken a real interest in my endeavor. When I began the gig at AEBN, we immediately hit it off. We shared the same interests with the exception of music. He listened to the Eels religiously. I would just assume press on my eyes for six hours than to listen to the Eels. Mark Everett has a voice like finger nails scraping down a four-story chalkboard. Despite that, we gelled. He started to tell me how about a friend of his that may have the means to help me and she loved porn, smut and all the debauchery that comes along with it. Jon and her were close. He brought this up to me a couple of times. I listened but didnt really react to it at first, due to my training in this sort of talk. I have spent years and years surrounded by bullshitters and dead beats. I was on the theory that about 15f will do intentions in people are actually carried out. Ive always been a bullshitter as well. Ill stretched the truth if needed and Ill save a friend with a little white lie occasionally, but you will never hear me talk about doing something and not do it, (without at least attempting to.) Nor will you ever catch me look you in your eye and tell you I will do something and NOT do it. To make a long story short, I keep my guard up when somebody tells me they can do things or they know, a friend of a friend. Nine times out of ten, its smoke. With Jon, there seemed to be a little fire. He was persistent and from what I could tell followed through on his ventures. He was determined to put his friend and I in the same room together. I began to believe him and became curious. He was actually stoked on being a part of this. In all honesty, he had done more in a couple of weeks, than any of the sales guys we had done in six months. He had actually scored me a tangible in the flesh lead. I told him if this deal could be sealed, he would get ten percent of profits on top of a quick cash check on principal photography day. Unfortunately, in the real world, people have to work and live, so its not easy just to get people together with out plans and calls. It takes time and I had plenty of it. I was patient. I still searched other leads during the time, but Jon just kept talking about this girl.

Do you have any pictures of her, so I can match a name with a face, I finally asked.
You can go to my profile on Xpeeps or My Space and look her up, he replied. (Of course. My Space Imagine that.)

I grazed his profile and found her. I had heard nothing but good things about her for three weeks; I had to see what she was all about. This girl was beautiful. I mean, wow. I dont know if I was intimidated at first sight or just relieved at what I saw. It turned out that Jon had failed to tell me she had a little girl, which made her triple cool in my book. I was blown away. Shes totally hot, and she may be interested in helping me?

Jon, I love you man, I rejoiced silently. This would be the coolest outcome a desperate guy could ever ask for. We could meet up. Have a drink. Talk on the same level. I could lay out the plan for her. No bullshittin. No kissing ass. No graphs. No projected annual earnings. No red tape. Simply, a look youll make your money back. That is a guarantee.

I thought how it would be if she stayed on the set with us and saw how we were making the masterpiece with no pressure at all that some schmuck, fat business man pushing fifty would follow me around asking obscure questions like: When do I get my blow job? This would be the greatest scenario in the quest for adult film breakout. Young, hip artists doing their thing, having a good time and making some money on the back end To think, all this from a guy who only knows my reputation from a couple of smut films and my work ethic at AEBN. I could not let him down. He had put too much faith in me.

Jon promised to get us together. I told him there was not rush. We had until mid-May. I took the liberty of giving him my business plan for the movie.

"Give this to her first. Let her look it over. I dont want her to feel like were pushing, because we are not. By all means, its her money. Her investment. I want her to want to do it. Not feel muscled into it," I explained. If she likes it, then well make a date for all of us to meet.

Jon agreed nicely, even after repeating my spill three times while both our hands were on the business plan, with Jon waiting patiently for me to release it. He walked out. I sat for a moment. Exhaled

I thought, my God. This was the first relaxing moment I've had during this whole ordeal.

Maybe Just Maybe.

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