Sofia, Jessica and Riley ready to rock the runway!!
Geoff is our master.
Day two at IMTA has been pretty exhausting. Exhilarating but very long and it’s only 6pm. I must be getting old. We started the day off with a great seminar on the business of acting in LA. Lots of great questions and some good insider tips.
We had lunch at our favourite Cafe Metro. But before that we saw the women’s jeans competition and rushed back for the men. Here are some photos.
Justin is the hunk above this photo.
They may look like models, but actually my wife and I got some quick plastic surgery last night. You believe me, don’t you???
Milo competed in head shot and screen test today. He really stood out among the boys in his category. I’ll post the video clip on YouTube soon.
Tonight we are off on the Circleline tour of Manhattan.
Here we are:
After a great night’s sleep, got up and hit Starbucks. I know, I know… that sounds like every other day in my life, but today I got my venti in NYC. Then we got all dressed in our Geoffrey Chapman red and whites and headed to the Hilton. We found the other 21 members of our party and waited to get our badges and schedules.
Here we are getting organized and then our group photo:
Here are the boys getting ready for action. Frankie, Justin and Nick.
Group photo by Letterman.
We attended an acting workshop with TJ Stein from LA and then a performing Master Class with Henry Ravelo from NY. Both were really great at getting Milo into the groove. Henry sure made Milo get his dancing shoes on with some fun choreo.
There must be over 2000 models and actors here. The orientation was wild. Over the top is the order of the day here. There must be 10,000 miles of long legs on display and enough spike heels to build a railway to Alaska.
We were so pumped to see that Milo made it through to the preliminary singing competition. He kept everyone around him amused waiting for his turn. For him, nerves lead to endless chatting. It’s a good thing people like to be around him. Milo was very confident coming out of his closed set session. All of our fingers are crossed.
So much to see and do. Tomorrow holds endless new opportunities.
One in the morning came right on time today according to my watch, however if Milo’s level of anticipation is a measure of time then 1am arrived about 10 hours late. Kid is so wired I don’t know if he will sleep once while we’re in NYC let alone today. There has been a massive thunderstorm going on for several hours and I’ve enjoyed watching X-Men and X-Men 2 while waiting for the right time to leave for the train station. My wife has made about 6 attempts to sleep, each time disappearing into the bedroom for a while and then coming back out more frustrated than the last time. But none of that matters now since 1 am has arrived and we are leaving for Buffalo train station.
The torrential rains escort us all the way to the US border and we spend the usual amount of time convincing Milo that today is not the day we want anal searches for the whole family. And as usual, he finds our efforts incredibly amusing and cause to tease us with more and more horrible ideas for border chat. We pass through the border with our virginity intact Thank God! Trusting the GPS to lead us to the Depew station, we tour the outskirts of Buffalo on this dark, rainy night. Now here’s where caution turns to folly. We get to the station by about 2 am. The train is scheduled to leave at 4:35 am and things don’t look too comfortable. Oh well… it’s not that long until 4:35 am.
It seems that the rains that failed to trouble us did trouble someone. Our train. Niagara Falls, NY got flooded out and lost power. The train is now expected to arrive sometime around 6:30 am. That’s a real kick in the morale. The next several hours was spent watching Milo pace and agonize over the late train, the large over-indulged family wearing path to the vending machines until someone makes a McDonald’s run and the hoola-hoop toting wedding goer’s cleavage playing peek-a-boo as she tried to lay down across 3 chairs. Frankly, it was all so sad that I’m ashamed to even be writing about it.
Finally, about 7 am, we board Amtrack train 280 and leave for NYC. With a bit of sleep and a snack later, I expect we’ll be ready to storm the Big Apple. Travelling west on this train, I’m looking out at the back side of small town America and I can’t help but wonder how many other people have sat on similar trains headed for NYC thinking that they’re leaving all this behind and heading towards fame and glory. We’ve joined a special club, I think.
If you’ve been wondering where the heck I’ve been and what the heck I’ve been doing… well, you’re not alone. I can’t believe that it is July 17th already. What happened to all that time?
Transitioning from school days to summer daze hasn’t been smooth around here. For the past 10 years, we’ve launched off on vacation as soon as the school bell stopped ringing. This time we’ve been taking a more measured approach and we leave for various parts in two days. Milo and Maya have been working on their arguing skills. They’ve moved from their Master’s level studies and are well on the way to their Doctorates. It’s been such a delight to watch them develop new and improved ways to irritate each other… I didn’t know there were special techniques for car, hot tub, TV watching and for during washroom use. My wife and I have started to carry cards with numbers from 1 to 10 so that we can score each effort. Oh yeah, we’ve taught the kids how to pour drinks for us. It may just save their lives.
We’ve been getting Milo ready to compete in New York City at the International Modeling and Talent Association show. This has meant finding a new singing teacher and working to nail down monologues, commercials and sitcom scripts. I really appreciated the part where the new music teacher mentioned to Milo that he really ought to explore some dance like ballet and the little bastard smiled at her sweetly and told her that it was his life’s wish to learn ballet. Oh, I almost fell down the stairs since we’d been trying to convince him to enroll in some dance to no avail. So of course, off we went to find a ballet teacher… and who can justify putting their son in ballet and deny their 7 year old princess… so that meant both kids. Ouch, that hurt the wallet.
Milo’s acting coaches have been after him to feel more emotion during his monologue. He’s doing a piece from Hansel and Gretel and can’t seem to channel the horror that a kid would feel abandoned in the woods for the second time by his father. I’ve almost been forced to blindfold him and drop him off somewhere! Finally last night we had a break through when I frustrated him to the point of tears and then made him channel the emotion into his monologue. My wife’s stress level is looking like a meniscus. One more lost email, undelivered photograph, new demand for audio files slightly different from yesterday’s file etc, etc, and etc then BANG, she’s a gonna blow.
Only two more days of prep and then the die is cast. I’ll be blogging from the Big Apple next. Pray for our sanity and some success too.