was a sort of silence. He could hear music. He thought it was the Doors.
âHey, Eric,â Camel said.
âHey, Camel. Am I disturbing you?â
âNo, no, man, Iâm in the bathroom.â
âIâm sorry,â Eric said. He hated disgusting images. They played havoc with his personal well-being. They played hell with his visual dictionary, the library he kept in his head of useful, meaningful images, from which his movies came. Also, he didnât trust his body and hated imagining anyone elseâs personal eructation and necessaries.
âNo, Iâm not, you know, number twoing or anything. At least I donât think I am. I amââ
Again that soft-edged silence.
âI sit in here to write. That is, I used to. So, I thought if I was gonna write again, I should try it in here. Itâs quite a happy space, you know? The colors are nice, the chrome of the pipes, the smell of recently used soap.â
âListen, Camel, if this is too much for youââ
â Movie Man ,â Camel said with a sense of urgency. It brought Eric up short. He prepared himself for something from left of left field.
âIâve written you some damn good dialogue.â
âCamel, thatâs wonderful.â
âCan you gimme a few hours? Iâm thinking I can write all night here and have something near to what youâre looking for.â
This was so unexpected Eric didnât know what to say. Camel lucid was the Camel of old, creative, energetic, amusing. Ericâs gratitude made him feel blubbery, blurry at the edges.
âCamel, youâre a prize. Weâll talk tomorrow.â
âOk, Craig.â
Eric called Mimsy Borogoves. She whispered whispery endearments. He invited her to the 7 a.m. shoot at the Pyramid and she said that she would be there.
He talked to Rica Sash, who assured him that he had a visual style that Eric was going to love. âYes,â he said, âI can work with your photographerâs images.â
Eric took a call from Ike Bana and one from Suze Everingham. Both only wanted assurances that the movie would begin shooting tomorrow. Not having ever worked with either actor before, Eric was a little on edge. He felt challenged somehow by Ikeâs aggressive manner. Did he have to assert so early that he was in charge?
Suze Everingham, however, sounded warm and friendly. She was about to break big this year, with two already acclaimed independent films being released just about simultaneously. There was already Oscar buzz about her. Eric only knew that she was as sexy as a flame. She was bicycling, Eric knew, shooting a movie with Miranda July simultaneously with his.
Suze Everingham had a funny/sexy persona on screen, a blonde Sarah Silverman, with that same kind of killer body. Eric was anxious to work with her and the part Sandy had written her was key, a real plum role. âThis part,â Sandy had said, âthis is our Independent Spirit Award for Supporting Actress.â
Eric had no call from Dan Yumont so he checked in with his wayward star.
The phone rang a dozen times. The rings sounded tired.
âGo,â Dan said when he picked up.
âHey, Dan. Just wanted to make sure you had everything you needed. You need a wake-up call, a limo in the morning?â
âEric!â Dan howled. He sounded coked to the gills. Maybe evenbeyond the gills. âMan, Iâll be there. Iâm gonna walk, Buddy. Shit, the Peabody is in the Pyramidâs backyard.â
Eric didnât like the sound of this. It was walkable, of course, but he didnât think it was safe to have his star on the street. Maybe at 7 a.m. it would be ok.
âOk,â Eric said. âYou did check into your room, then?â
âNot yet, my man. I am about to. I might need to crash early.â
âOk. Um, where are you? Do you need someone to come get you?â
Dan Yumont didnât rightly know where he was.
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