entertainment, but could justify watching a program that also contained useful information. We want to educate and be fun. We could have two tape days per week for our five half hour shows.”
Shannon raised her eyebrows. “How much will this cost?”
Whitney smiled. “That’s where you come in. All of us will be some type of producer. I’m thinking you’d be great as the line producer. You would be in charge of supervising our budget and making sure we stay within it.”
“Okay, Whit, what’s my title? I want an impressive one,” Regan said.
“Yours better be the producer getting the dough for this TV show,” Shannon said in a worried tone. “Where’s the money coming from?”
“We’ll get advertisers. After we sell our show to the local television network, we can work on getting sponsors. We do have to make a pilot to show.” Whitney tapped the table with her fingernail. “Oh yeah, before we pitch our show, we need to register our concepts with the Writers Guild of America. We need to protect ourselves from theft. Regan, you can tell the attorneys when we pitch our show, the date and to whom. We want to safeguard our intellectual property before anyone hears our pitch.”
Regan narrowed her green eyes, “You don’t have a title for me, do you?”
“Of course, I do.” Whitney was happy to see Regan’s relief at her reassurance. “You’re going to be our research or coordinating producer. You’ll find potential stories for us to feature on our show. Interviewing our guests before they appear is important. We need someone like you to get as much information from them as possible.”
Regan hugged Whitney. “I love it. I feel so important.”
“None of this is definite. I’m just making suggestions. I’ll be what is called the show runner which is the producer taking care of moment-to-moment and day-to-day details of the show. What do you two think so far?”
“I think we should do it,” Shannon said.
Regan rubbed her chin. “I don’t know. I like my title, but I’m thinking since Whit has two pilots interested in her, maybe we should provide a transportation service.”
Shannon raised her eyebrows. “I hope you’re kidding because it’s a crazy idea. For one thing, Ben and Jack aren’t going to want to work for us to fly people. We might not be able to pay them. Another thing we’d have the expense and maintenance of the planes and have to worry about insurance coverage.”
“You always shoot down my ideas. I don’t think you like me.” Regan whined, pouting.
Whitney laughed. “Shannon, she’s kidding. But for a moment, Regan, you had me worried. I thought you could be serious.”
Shannon threw a cranberry colored pillow at Regan. “Okay, you can provide comic relief on our show.”
Regan clutched the pillow to her chest. “I’d like to do a program on middle children and how wonderful we are.”
“Actually I like that… talking about the order of children in a family.” At this point, anything her sisters suggested to talk about on a show would thrill her. Having a business decided made her feel happy. She hadn’t felt this satisfied for a long time.
Shannon jumped up and said, “I’ll get paper and we can get busy on this. I’ll write down some of the other things you mentioned that needs to be done.”
“You’re just showing off, so Whit gives you another title.”
Shannon giggled. “I have a feeling we’ll all end up with lots of titles.”
“Eventually when we’re a big success,” Whitney said, “we’ll have to hire extra people.”
“I’ll get some coffee,” Regan said, “and the princess can rest on her throne.”
Shannon returned with her paper and pen. “Remember how when you were little you insisted you were not our sister but a princess for a faraway land. You wanted us to call you Princess Whitney. And if we treated you like a princess, you said you’d take us along when your real family came for you.”
Whitney glanced
Shannon raised her eyebrows. “How much will this cost?”
Whitney smiled. “That’s where you come in. All of us will be some type of producer. I’m thinking you’d be great as the line producer. You would be in charge of supervising our budget and making sure we stay within it.”
“Okay, Whit, what’s my title? I want an impressive one,” Regan said.
“Yours better be the producer getting the dough for this TV show,” Shannon said in a worried tone. “Where’s the money coming from?”
“We’ll get advertisers. After we sell our show to the local television network, we can work on getting sponsors. We do have to make a pilot to show.” Whitney tapped the table with her fingernail. “Oh yeah, before we pitch our show, we need to register our concepts with the Writers Guild of America. We need to protect ourselves from theft. Regan, you can tell the attorneys when we pitch our show, the date and to whom. We want to safeguard our intellectual property before anyone hears our pitch.”
Regan narrowed her green eyes, “You don’t have a title for me, do you?”
“Of course, I do.” Whitney was happy to see Regan’s relief at her reassurance. “You’re going to be our research or coordinating producer. You’ll find potential stories for us to feature on our show. Interviewing our guests before they appear is important. We need someone like you to get as much information from them as possible.”
Regan hugged Whitney. “I love it. I feel so important.”
“None of this is definite. I’m just making suggestions. I’ll be what is called the show runner which is the producer taking care of moment-to-moment and day-to-day details of the show. What do you two think so far?”
“I think we should do it,” Shannon said.
Regan rubbed her chin. “I don’t know. I like my title, but I’m thinking since Whit has two pilots interested in her, maybe we should provide a transportation service.”
Shannon raised her eyebrows. “I hope you’re kidding because it’s a crazy idea. For one thing, Ben and Jack aren’t going to want to work for us to fly people. We might not be able to pay them. Another thing we’d have the expense and maintenance of the planes and have to worry about insurance coverage.”
“You always shoot down my ideas. I don’t think you like me.” Regan whined, pouting.
Whitney laughed. “Shannon, she’s kidding. But for a moment, Regan, you had me worried. I thought you could be serious.”
Shannon threw a cranberry colored pillow at Regan. “Okay, you can provide comic relief on our show.”
Regan clutched the pillow to her chest. “I’d like to do a program on middle children and how wonderful we are.”
“Actually I like that… talking about the order of children in a family.” At this point, anything her sisters suggested to talk about on a show would thrill her. Having a business decided made her feel happy. She hadn’t felt this satisfied for a long time.
Shannon jumped up and said, “I’ll get paper and we can get busy on this. I’ll write down some of the other things you mentioned that needs to be done.”
“You’re just showing off, so Whit gives you another title.”
Shannon giggled. “I have a feeling we’ll all end up with lots of titles.”
“Eventually when we’re a big success,” Whitney said, “we’ll have to hire extra people.”
“I’ll get some coffee,” Regan said, “and the princess can rest on her throne.”
Shannon returned with her paper and pen. “Remember how when you were little you insisted you were not our sister but a princess for a faraway land. You wanted us to call you Princess Whitney. And if we treated you like a princess, you said you’d take us along when your real family came for you.”
Whitney glanced
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