Killallon Con Call
‘I want an answer now.’
Carmel Quortito the 32 year old Head
of Product Placement from WMW Films had one of
those ball-contracting New York accents that sounded
particularly terrifying when filtered through a speakerphone.
I was one of five gently cynical overpaid adfolk staring at
the con call consul like it was a grenade on the desk.
Ted, the only millionaire in the room leaned forward.
‘I’d like to hear Jude’s view on this.When he gets off the floor. Jude?’
What Jude wanted to do was walk silently to the door, close
it behind him, descend in the elevator, cab it to the airport,
fly to London, join this call from there and hang up.
But instead he swallowed his pride for the thousandth time that
day and managed to diffuse the situation by modifying an existing
script and changing the structure to allow for a few more seconds
on the Shane Pond title. It felt like the sun had come out and the
room brightened. Within seconds she started on about sending
someone to LA to watch the pre-release cut of the movie.
I would have liked very much to see the pre-release cut in WMW
studios if it wasn’t for all the flights that would entail. Minneapolis
to Newark (half the full width of the US) then Newark to Ireland console
my mother for the loss of my father and then fly from Ireland to LA
( the wiidth of the Atlantic Ocean plus the width of the US”
A thirteen hour flight with a break for a piss in JFK.
No thank you
‘I want Jude. It should be a creative’
Timmy slid a yellow note across the polished wood surface
maybe fly from Newark to LA?
I turned it over denying him any facial cue that I had read it.
This was an ambush Surprising myself I seemed to be standing up.
I waved goodbye to Ted, and walked out.
Carmel Quortito the 32 year old Head
of Product Placement from WMW Films had one of
those ball-contracting New York accents that sounded
particularly terrifying when filtered through a speakerphone.
I was one of five gently cynical overpaid adfolk staring at
the con call consul like it was a grenade on the desk.
Ted, the only millionaire in the room leaned forward.
‘I’d like to hear Jude’s view on this.When he gets off the floor. Jude?’
What Jude wanted to do was walk silently to the door, close
it behind him, descend in the elevator, cab it to the airport,
fly to London, join this call from there and hang up.
But instead he swallowed his pride for the thousandth time that
day and managed to diffuse the situation by modifying an existing
script and changing the structure to allow for a few more seconds
on the Shane Pond title. It felt like the sun had come out and the
room brightened. Within seconds she started on about sending
someone to LA to watch the pre-release cut of the movie.
I would have liked very much to see the pre-release cut in WMW
studios if it wasn’t for all the flights that would entail. Minneapolis
to Newark (half the full width of the US) then Newark to Ireland console
my mother for the loss of my father and then fly from Ireland to LA
( the wiidth of the Atlantic Ocean plus the width of the US”
A thirteen hour flight with a break for a piss in JFK.
No thank you
‘I want Jude. It should be a creative’
Timmy slid a yellow note across the polished wood surface
maybe fly from Newark to LA?
I turned it over denying him any facial cue that I had read it.
This was an ambush Surprising myself I seemed to be standing up.
I waved goodbye to Ted, and walked out.
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