So, last night I wrote Danny a very nice letter asking him
to read my script, explaining why he should, and what is at stake.
I put in a manila envelope and also enclosed all of the Malibu Patch posts and many of the various letters that I've written to his agent, manager, publicist, etc.
I also included a picture of the green refrigerator.
The envelope containing this material is now on my desk where it will remain until October 15th, at which time I will send it to him at the Ahmanson Theatre where he is starring in a Neil Simon stage-play, THE SUNSHINE BOYS, with Judd Hirsch, until November 2nd.
So, I'm feeling pretty good about the letter but I can't help thinking that I should make a personal trip down to L. A., buy a ticket to the play, and maybe cough every now and then during the performance just to catch his attention and let him know that I'm in the audience.
That way he would know that I'm there to support him and not just there to ask a favor.
It would make me seem a little more professional. A little more "business-like". A little more mature.
And then, after the performance, when he is leaving the theatre, I could jump out of the bushes, toss him the script, and high-tail it before his agent even knows what happened.