Monday. I'm sitting on the bus, running one hand through my hair, the other resting my mp3 player on my lap while listening to Skyler Grey's 'build a monster'. I'm staring past the window at the rain as it falls against the backdrop of a blur of shopfronts and suburbia and wondering how the hell did I get here again, is this a time travel bus? 10 years ago I was doing this damned same thing, busing to school, listening to Eminem on my Walkman, head full of dreams of being a famous rapper. Witty wordplay and interviews aside I would be seeked out for my knowledge, and summoned for my company. I would stare out that bus window at passersbys and be like 'That'll never be me, I'll never be a rat race player, I have dreams'. Yet here I am, ten years later. Same jerking bus, same beats, same attitude.
But I've got a lot to be thankful for, and I know why I never made it as a big time rapper. I didn't have a story, I never had a life or experiences that I could share and revel in. No rags to riches glory, no horrifying upbringing but shit, its been 10 years, I've done a lot of living in that time believe me, now I got a story.
Wednesday. Its my day off today, and like I joked with my customer a couple of days ago, it always rains on my day off. Its raining today, did I make that happen? Probably. Bad attitude.
I slept in this morning, then gambled with my car, driving it to the mechanic, risking the engine blowing up. Its been leaking coolant and DIY stop-leak couldn't fix it. I just had it warranted and registered a couple of days ago, premature celebration I guess. At least if it blew up I'd live my action star dream for a couple of minutes ;) (I just called the mechanic, hes sent the radiator away to get looked at, no car until tomorrow at the earliest, its been a week, one extra day wont kill us)
I arrived home, had last nights leftovers for brunch and watched 'Painted skin'. Donnie Yen was awesome as always, even if it wasn't primarily an action flick, the story was good and as tragic as most foreign films I used to like. With my job I don't really get to watch as much a spectrum of films as I used to, but I'm not a student anymore. I'm a career man. Pfffft. Forgive me for being cynical.
Sitting in front of My dusty computer ( I really should clean it) I stare at the screen. The cursor blinks at me. Again. and Again. I don't know what to write. This is supposed to be my screenplay structure. 30 to 40 beats of what should end up being the story of my feature film debut. Ive tentatively called it Fight Me. And I'm designing it so I can shoot it with my savings, the people I know, the locations I have access to and the abilities I have or can learn. Parnell Rise (my web-series) didn't really go to plan (budget/schedule and free casting being the main issue) But again, I'm stalling. Am I afraid of success?
All of my dreams seem to burn and crash around me. I wanted to be an artist, I knew I was good at it, so I stopped trying and decided on something else. Logically, (really?) I chose Rapping. But its a social game, a macho game, a costly game. Things didn't work out. I changed paying jobs from store man work to sales. Sold Karate memberships for a while, learnt some Karate, decided being an Action Star was my true calling. INSERT: 4 YEARS LATER
I've done alot since making that decision and this dream is arguably the closest I've ever come to of achieving one of them, Instead of staring at the mountain and glory that awaits I need to just look at the steps in front. Finish the structure, finish the script, sort out locations and budget, sort out casting, shoot the film, edit the film, sell the film and reevaluate. So here I am, sharing with you my feelings. Am I ready for success or failure? Or am still scared to make the decision? More time is lost to indecision than bad decisions....
Who am I kidding? The decision was made for me when I moved to Auckland, every time I see the city I'm reminded why I'm here, to be a filmmaker, Though I've done some temp work and now work full time to make cash I HAVE done film work, and worked towards my career, yeah it was extra work, but hey, it's still immortalized. I been on TV, I've done work on a US film, I feel I've paid my dues, so screw it. Fight me, here I come :)