The new semester began, with emails to Paideia and Bex starting to get her stuff in order. Still no word about the pending audition.
After school we drove over to the state office to get Bex’s work permit – only to find out the one we have is still valid. Afterwards, we drove to the west side, this time for a coaching session with Michael Woolson, a high-end acting coach, teacher and author. Our manager, Susan, had suggested him, and we’d had this appointment for probably 2 months! In order to take his classes, you have to start with a private session with him to place her ‘properly.’
We arrive at his lovely West Hollywood home, enter the courtyard and are shown around the back to a large outdoor patio area, where we are asked to wait on the over-stuffed upholstered couches and chairs in front of the outdoor fireplace (which, sadly, was not lit). Michael came out and took Bex into his studio, and I sat outside, under the pergola – just me and my computer. It was actually getting a bit chilly as dusk settled in, when Michael retrieved me to come inside and talk to him.
“She’s interesting, has a different perspective, is smart and unusual.” Clearly, he likes her, though effusive is not his thing. We talk for a while about class options. Despite her talent and ability to handle the more mature classes, he wants to put her in the teen class because the material will be more consistent with the roles she’ll be auditioning for. But he wants to give her access to other classes, as well.
More details and special offers – apparently, Susan had called and given him a ‘pep talk’ – and we left with his book in hand and a possible plan. His coaching is a serious investment – but he assures us that, with a few sessions, he can get her booking jobs. Much to discuss, but good to know we have the option. In any event, she got some great coaching on the sides (script) she received on Friday, and felt like she’d learned a lot.
We returned home for Bex to meet some friends to play Basketball on one end of the property, followed by a Hip Hop class on the other end. Yes, I said Hip Hop class. She loves it, though she claims to be pretty lame. Hard to say – I’m just happy she’s getting back into being an active person!