My friend Chris is an actor with a borderline psychotic obsession with movie producer Jerry Bruckheimer.One night, Chris drove past Jerry's office building and noticed the lights were on. Chris parked, and tried the front door. It opened. He pushed the button for the elevator. It worked. Four floors up, the doors opened, and Chris was face to face with his hero. He froze, and was kindly escorted the hell out.
What Chris should have had ready was an "elevator pitch"– an overview of whatever he had to sell, delivered in the span of an elevator ride (say, thirty seconds or 150 words.)
I keep mine handy at all times, in case I bump into a real hitter. And no, it doesn't involve this crappy blog, but instead, the short film that I spent my life savings making. The radio commercial running in L.A. featuring my voice. And, as of yesterday, my new agent.
Much respect to Chris on your stalking skills. Just try not to crap the bed when you get there, big guy.
