I was in the chair getting makeup checks, When my manager called; My mother was following my father’s ambulance, She had been writing in the back of the house And she had heard him gasp In my old room, His new office, And that was about all. Me, a buffoon in cake-thick makeup, The Wonderful Wizard, With a set full of people ready for the next shot. I walked the long halls of the long stage, And down the Yellow Brick Road, Where the director, Sam, was waiting. It was hard to grasp his words, Like scooping gold fish from a tank With a broken net At the kindergarten fair. Plenty of refrains in my head, Should I be working? Should I be racing to the airport? And they played and played. I went through the motions of the scene. We wrapped, And I got in the car, my driver Drove me out of the lot And turned right toward Woodward.
What do You think about Directing Herbert White (2014)?
