One Thing Leads To Another
The networking event at Smokyâs Bar and Grill wasnât so much built around networking as much as it was drinking and eating with a group of really cool strangers. In other words there were no motives other than to have a good time and meet new people. That suited Kevin just fine. Heâd almost loathed words like ânetworkingâ and âschmoozingâ anyhow.
Like the others, he was a graduate from University of Michigan. Like the others, he was now trying to wade his way through the industry waters of Los Angeles without drowning. His ultimate goal was to direct feature films, but for now heâd take whatever came his way.
He found refuge in the crowded room with his fellow alumni, who demonstrated none of those nasty cliches heâd come to identify with Hollywood types. First he met Patti. She was two years older than him and a personal assistant for a creative executive at Warner Brothers. She told Kevin a few horror stories, but the conversation drifted toward life and art in general. Did he miss Michigan? What were his favorite movies? If he could cast one lead actor and actress in a film, who would it be? He discovered that Patti wanted to produce. They clinked glasses and added each other to their phones. Heâd already forgotten he was there to ânetworkâ.
Next he met Dante. Dante graduated just this year, which made him a year younger than Kevin. Danteâs goals were in the music industry. It was Danteâs dream to record a song with Frank Ocean one day. Kevin loved Frank Ocean. Dante shared a few of his own songs off his website and it became quickly obvious there was genuine talent on display.Â
Then there was Beth, who Kevin actually remembered from college. She was his age and pursuing screenwriting while waiting tables at a restaurant in Santa Monica. And there was Boris, whoâd graduated Michigan four years ago as part of an exchange program with Russia. Boris was a computer wizard working for the Geek Squad at Best Buy, though like the others he wanted to break into the film industry as an editor.
Kevin shook more hands and added more names to his phone. He added Greta, who was interested in sound design and currently working at a bank. He added Walter, a gaffer who was still waiting for his union card.
Not once did Kevin add a friend to his phone because it felt like an obligation or a career opportunity. He added them because within hours they had actually become his friends. He wanted to see everyone again regardless of whether they could help him achieve his dreams.
 Opportunity Strikes Anyway
See them again he did. For the next month the seven of them grabbed drinks on the weekends, took a day trip to Santa Barbara together, posted comments and pictures on each otherâs Facebook walls.
It was exactly two months later that Beth posted the comment on Kevinâs Facebook wall:Â Letâs make a movie. Apparently, her roommate owned an expensive digital camera that he said they could use. She had a script sheâd been working on for two years that was nearing its final stages.
Kevin scrolled through his phone of recently acquired contacts, though âcontactsâ was too harsh a word to describe people who had become close friends. In perusing the list, he saw a musician, an editor, a sound design specialist, a gaffer, a producer, and a screenwriter. Then there was Kevin himself: a director.
It didnât take long for everyone to jump on board. Patti even promised them some funding through various wealthy alumni sheâd met at previous get togethers. Within a weekâs time a genuine independent film was coming together.
Kevin wondered: was this the beginning of a new beginning? Answering his own query he posted on his Facebook wall:Â Itâs on.







