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Isn’t funny how you can tell someone something so farfetched that even if it were true, there is no way they would believe you. That’s pretty much my whole life. My life is filled with secrets, not bad secrets, just things that I’m not supposed to tell anyone…ever. Some people might not like living like that, but without me giving anything away of what I really do, you have to understand its something worth dyeing for in the long run. I’m not a liar, it’s not like I’m keeping a secret because I’m trying to get away with something, no, it’s much more than that. I’ve created my family and friends to think they know who I am, it’s all a cover. I’m not really who they think I am. I’ve created this person, someone that no one would expect that I would be anyone else, because I’m perfect at the person I created. But now I’m really tired of being behind a mask.
I met this girl few months back and I think I might be falling in love with her. And the one thing I want to tell her I can’t because for one; I’m not supposed to and second; she wouldn’t believe me if I told her, which is good because I’m doing my job great. (I should win a freakin Oscar for the role I’ve been playing almost my whole life.) One of these days I’ll be able to tell her and she will believe me, but for now I can’t even though I want to so bad. I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking it’s something really bad or something I can’t take back. It’s not. Let’s just say the people that read my blog are the people I choose to read my blog.
Lesson here is: Don’t live behind a mask if you don’t have to.
I moved from Texas to Tennessee going on five years now. And the more I live here the more it beings to become home. It’s not a bad thing; it’s just an adjustment that you have to get use to. But I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t had been a slacker in school. I didn’t really care about school; I thought there were so much more important things out there for me. Ever since I was six years old I started playing the drums. I knew in the back of my head that that’s what I was supposed to be doing. When you start to think about things in life and how God has blessed you, you start to realize that the blessing was there all along. You just have to find the right path to get that blessing, because God knows the path you’re supposed to go down, it’s your choice rather you choose that path or not. Makes me wonder if I chose the drums or did the drums choose me?
Now seventeen years later, I play drums professionally for my band Alvarado Road Show. We’ve done a lot of great things since we’ve moved to Tennessee. Met a lot of cool, crazy, weird people, but it has been the best thing that has ever happen to me. God has blessed me in a way that has changed my life forever. I couldn’t have done it without Him.
Lesson here is: Let God take control.
Until next time…
So it has been awhile since I’ve wrote on here and for the people that do keep up with my blogs, I do apologies to you. The reasons why I haven’t written anything in awhile is because, I’ve actually been hired to write a television series. I’ve been hammering my brain for the past couple of weeks because I have a deadline and it was short. So it has been nothing but writing, writing, writing, all day everyday. I finished it and turned it in, now we have some major companies looking at it. I’m hoping someone picks it up and gives us a budget to shoot the pilot. I’m also a producer, so I’m having to go over things that have nothing to do with writing at all, but it’s so much fun.
This is not the reason for this blog though. My birthday was two days ago, I turned twenty-three and I feel no different. I guess that’s how it goes though when you get older, you never feel it until your body starts to do weird things and then you look in the mirror and you’re like what the hell. That’s why Dad’s getting so depressed when they turn fifty because they’re body is getting older and they actually feel a change, but until then it’s not going to feel like anything.
A really good friend of mine sent me a text message on the night of my birthday and asked me if it was good day. I started to think about that, not about that particular day, but about how my life as changed in a year. I thought about everything I’ve accomplished and the great things that have came into my life. I finished filming a movie called “Firebird” right before Thanksgiving, which was a great experience and the money was beautiful. I got a new drum cymbal endorsement with a great company called “Supernatural Cymbals” they are amazing. My Mom drove seventeen hours from Texas in the ice to spend time with me on my birthday. I got hired to write a television series and produce it and I’ve heard great things so far so fingers crossed. And last but defiantly not least; I’ve made a great friendship with a very talented writer, she’s a wonderful person, she has helped me write this television series and has came up with some unbelievable stuff. We make a great team and I can’t wait to see what the future holds in all of this.
So yeah, my birthday went really great.
I woke up today with the best attitude anyone could have, I got dressed and headed out the door. As I drove to town I started thinking about who I was going to meet for breakfast. She is the most interesting person I ever met, funny, smart, everything about her I love. She’s an amazing writer, the way she puts a lot of detail in her writing lets me paint a vivid picture in my mind. She has the best idea’s I ever heard and I’m not just saying this because i know she will read this later, I’m saying it because it’s the truth. She is very talented and I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to work with.
But when I made it into town and on the residential roads, the freakin clutch went completely out of my car. Already late for breakfast I had to get out and push the car out of the road, because it just stopped right in the middle. A nice guy walking his dog asked if I needed help, thank God he came because there was no way I could have pushed this thing by myself up a small incline. We finally made it to a parking lot feeling like a million dollars in pennies. I called my friend and told I was sorry for being late and to top it off my car broke down. She came and picked me up and we went to breakfast like we planned and talked about everything. Oh we saw Andy Garcia at the cafe we were at, she was so excited to see a celebrity even though it was his dopplerganger, she fell for it big time haha.
Anyway, now I’m back at my broken down car, waiting for a friend to come get me. Even though my car is broke down, I still had a great time this morning. I guess you can say it was worth it.
So I woke up today with probably the best idea for a screenplay. I was very excited because I had the beginning, middle, and end. I wrote down the story format on my laptop so I won’t forget it later, even though it’s going to be the only thing I’ll be thinking about all day. I’m still deciding if I want to make it a short or an actual full length screenplay. I have so many ideas I’m having a hard time choosing. I need help. And fast, I have to start working on this soon so I can pitch it to some of my friends in Los Angeles I’ve worked with in the film industry. I have so much going through my mind-grapes it’s eating me alive. But it’s a great problem to have when writing a screenplay, because now since I have my story, my act one and two, all I have to do is put the pieces together like a puzzle. What I’m I gonna call this script? Forget about that for now, it’ll come to me when I’m writing it.
I don’t know how I’m going to have time for this, because I’m on a deadline as it is. I have to write a two year arc on a television series, plus a few characters backstories. Thank you to my brain, I now call you, “Mr. Bad Timing”. I have a lot on my plate, how will I get the backstories and the two year arc done by friday? I think I’m going to go throw up now, I’ll be right back.
Okay I’m back. I feel much better. You know some people have panic attacks for things like this. Lucky, I’m way to strong to let my thought-sickles to take over my body. But then again, am I? I need to call in reinforcements to save me from the over-whelming situation of a great problem I have. So much to write in so little time to write it…