Yesterday was the 34th birthday of my boss and dear friend. She had been anticipating this day for her entire life, sitting on edge for its arrival. Though strange, she has always had the desire to reach age 34, a seemingly insignificant number to most. And yet here I am staring in torture at the number 34 which lies before me – 34 pages of Mother of Us All. Peter, my director of photography, is right when he calls it The Mother of All Scripts, for that very reason. 34 pristine white pages, seemingly innocent, but piled high with complex characters, detailed sets, and a sense of loyalty to the historical accuracy of the 1960’s. There is much that lurks around the corner as I enter into this next month without school to attend to. While my crew is slowly building and our blood pressure is quickly rising, there is much to accomplish in that short amount of time. I wish I could say that in this moment my excitement overwhelms my fear. But yet another number comes to haunt my conscience. January 14th holds the first of three auditions that will take place; auditions for 20 characters that is. January 14th also marks the day in which all of those productions aspects need to be secured on some level. 34 pages planned out to every detail in an amount of time that I can count to in mere seconds. Holding my breath, seeking God’s grace – I’ll see you on the other side.