Just when Jill thought things were going well, things seemed to take a detour. The first thing going through her mind was that he hated what she had written. Jill slid onto the loveseat across from Robbie, crossed her legs and held her arms tightly to her chest.
Robbie closed the top of her laptop and turned to face her. “I’d like to talk about the episode you wrote.”
“No good?” she asked, trying her best not to catch his gaze.
“No, it isn’t good at all. It’s great.”
Jill’s heart continued to palpitate for a few more seconds. She touched her chest. “You’re kidding me?”
“Not at all. I can’t believe how well you crafted the characters in the second episode. I think you opened up the door to a wonderful series. I especially like how you are developing the potential love interest and his infatuation with his overzealous next door neighbor.”
“Thank you. I took the lead from the characters you created and just ran with it.”
“We’re going into Manhattan for you to see my the producer. He already went to the network executives. They loved the pilot. Now they want to see more before they put it into the fall lineup.”
“I don’t know…”
“Jill I saw the outline and character sketches you drew up. You turned a two scene show into a multi dimensional show. Of course we can’t have all the sets like on a soap, but what you have written, we can tape on location. The network executives are going to love this. Believe me.”
“I’m glad you have so much faith in me. You might wind up being my only fan. I’m not used to writing for primetime television.”
“Get used to it.” Robbie reached his hand out. “Come on, get up. “We’re going to Manhattan. I’ll give you a few minutes to change, while I call ahead to let them know we’re on our way. I’ll meet you in the lobby in a half hour.”
Before Jill could answer, her hotel door closed behind him.
* * *
Jill sat in the office reception area along side Robbie holding copy of the script. Her nerves drove her crazy. Robbie seemed to have such faith in what she had written, but Jill was starting to have second thoughts. The male character didn’t seem to be strong enough. She could have developed him a lot more. And if the network executives didn’t like it, then she was back in the same position she had been in when she arrived back to New York.
The door to the office opened, and out came a tall, thin blonde headed woman with a clip board in her hand and bifocals hanging from a silver chain around her neck.
“Mr. Rossitilo, Mr. Nelson is ready to see you.” Jill and Robbie stood up. But the blonde held out her hand to stop them. “Mr. Nelson wants to see Mr. Rossitilo alone.”
“That’s not a good sign,” Jill whispered.
“It’s all right. Let me go in first with the script and talk to them. I promise I won’t be long.”
Jill lifted a magazine off the table and flipped through it without looking at it. Lots of thoughts ran through her mind. At least she had a place to say for the time being and money to keep her afloat until she found a job.
The more time passed by the more Jill knew that Robbie must be in there trying his best to sell the show. One thing was telling the executives about her, but another was them looking at the script she had created.
Standing up, she walked around the reception area. The long black lacquer desk in front of the office Robbie sat in was unattended. On the desk was a dish full of Baci Chocolate Candies. She took one, slid the silver wrapper off as she looked at the movie and sitcom posters of some of her favorite movie and television shows on the walls. After what seemed like hours, turned out to only be twenty minutes when the office door opened.