We went inside the main house back into my office, "Please, take a seat,
He remained still, and calm. "Fiona, if you could, please bring us some lemonade and some cookies. So, are you into the recording business? Or are you into filming business?"
" Im interested in a filming career, I have been working on a film for the past few months, I have co-written a script, with another gentleman."He slowly pulled a folder where the bindered script was cleanly put together. He handed it to me.
" Robin Hood...men in tights? Is this a spoof on the disney movie?"
" Although it's not animation, and the storyline is changed to a more adult view, yet still a musical...."
The room was silent, as I skimmed through the thin text script. " How long have you been working on this?"
" A bit over a year."
" Hmmmm...." I skimmed through the text, looking at some of the character's lines. " ....What do you think?" he asked. " I mean, it's really cool. I must admit I am very impressed with how you came in here, fully prepared for the best and the worst. Very organized. I really like this idea, and...I'm guessing you have some of the scenes well visualized?"
" Some. We were hoping that, if we do get produced and find a director, we could work out the details into the process..."
He looked at me weird, " Okay...Well, Mr. Chandler I would love to help you. This is a great story, great plot, great conflict....and inbetween, good  humor. So, let me speak with my team because they know whats good to support."
He grinned, almost rather speechless. I think he was expecting something more. I tried to break the silence, " Please, help yourself to some lemonade! I could get you a coffee , if you'd prefer something else?"
"Lemonade is great, thank you." He poured himself a glass.
"So, aside from writing scripts, what do you do for a living?"
"I'm a dentist."
" Oh wow," I said, " Well, Michael has told me great things about your son, I'm glad they have a great bond."
"How long have you and Michael been together?"
" We've been married for six years, but we had been dating for about seven."
" Did he discover you?"
" Discover me? No, we worked together on a few tv shows. We were separate acts and used to hang out outside of work. In fact, we-""
There was a loud knock on the door, "Excuse me a minute."

Christina was standing at the door, her clothes almost soaking wet.
" Chris, you only have to knock on the door one, alright? And what are you wet?"
" Daddy got the super soakers out," she could hardly contain herself, " Why aren't you playing with us? We're playing all your favorite games...and daddy was gonna get pizza. He said we could all camp out in the movie theatre and then watch the stars. But its not the same without you, mommy. Why aren't you having fun with us? That's not like you."
" I know," I sighed, " I was talking to Jordy's dad about something. But I'll be out before you know it, okay?"
" Promise?"
" Give me your pinkie," She holds out her hand, " I promise, baby girl. And don't have too much fun without me, alright? Now go back out and hang with the kids." Chris runs down the stairs with the maid right behind her.

When I came back in the room, Mr. Chandler had his stuff packed up.
" Kids, am I right?" I laughed, " Well, as much as I can do for you right now is drop your name and your ideas to my team and see if we can help you. I can give you a phone call as soon as I've got an answer for you."
" Sure," he says.