It's a huge building in the midst of one of L.A.'s not-so-glamorous areas. Almost slum-land, you might say. Yet in the midst of it all there's one well-maintained building, and a tremendously big one at that. The bottom floor of the building holds the lobby, reception desk, elevators to higher levels, a large fountain just behind the reception desk, and, or course, the theater. All the floors above are home to residences occupied by Hollywood's rich and famous. Every floor above the groud level have big holes punched right in the middle of them, a balcony of sorts, that look directly down onto the fountain. Directly above the fountain, the very top of the building, is a clear glass covered ceiling. While waiting in the lobby, Dave and I seat ourselves around the table that is the center of the waiting area, surrounded by comfortable and plush couches and chairs. In the center of the table was a stack of plastic, grey paper. As time wore on, boredom set in, and we began to make paper airplanes. Just as I was finishing one off, Ted Danson, from the balcony one floor above us, shouts down, "Bring that plane up here!" With that, the security fella by the elevators directs us to the elevators just behind his desk, and tells us to go to the second floor. Once off the elevator, Ted Danson is nowhere to be seen. We see the hole in the floor that's the balcony looking down onto the fountain just behind the reception desk, and all about that balcony are more clusters of comfortable chairs and couches, about other tables, upon which are more stacks of plastic, grey paper. Hovering about the group of seats nearest the elevator is the cast of the Kids In The Hall. Dave and I try to keep to ourselves and head to another group of seats to wait in, but we're unable to resist. The Kids In The Hall are just lounging about, not really doing much of anything, unshaven, not cracking jokes, etc., and Dave and I walk up. We introduce ourselves, tell them what big fans we are, and on and on. When they asked what we were doing there and how we got in, we told them that we had tickets the screening and that Ted Danson invited us up. They seemed rather uninterested in anything we had to say from then on, and when we extended our hands to shake theirs, they shied back and began ignoring us. Ted Danson, now on the third floor, barked down to us yet again and told us to come up. Back to the elevators, we went up to the third floor, and exited the elvators. Now, in the group of seats near the elevators was the cast of The Dukes of Hazzard, and across the way, all alone in another group of charis, was Ted Danson waving us over. We walk up to Ted, and finally meet him. We shake hands, and he cuts off the 'getting to know you' crap right away and takes the plane from my hand. He pushes the tail-wings back, the front wings forward, and throws it with all his strength. Like a guided missle it flies, circling overhead just a bit, then straight down through the holes in the third and second floor, righting itself just over the fountain on the lobby level, and then straight out the front door. The flight apparently a rather successful one, excited Ted Danson so much that he jumped about and screamed and celebrated to the best of his ability. Not knowing what to do, and feeling a bit left out, Dave and I slowly began jumping around with him, cheering and laughing along. Once we really got going, Ted stopped dead in his steps. He looks at us and asks, "Who the hell are you?" Dave pipes up, "I'm Dave, and this is Ben. We made the plane you just threw while waiting for the screening downstairs." "No, I made the plane," a now wild-eyes Ted Danson replied, "You're not writers?" "Nope. Just two guys waiting for a movie." "Cinematographers?" "Nope." "Directors?" "Nope." "Not even on a college level?" "Nope. Not anymore. Just computer artists, I guess you could say." "Get the hell out of here." So, not wanting to upset Ted Danson anymore that we guessed he was, we left, and as we walked out the front door, there was the plane, lying right there on the street. We picked it up, and went home. THE END |
