This is how it went down. Manager calls and says that Mr. Director Man would like to see Layne for a small part on Disney's Hannah Montana. He would be playing the drums (snare) in the school band. Obviously he would have to go down and audition to make sure he can really play that darn thing. They already had his head shot (photograph) and wardrobe had his measurements.
Okay, so drive down from San Jacinto to Hollywood for a 5:30 appointment. That's a three-and-a-half-hour drive and it was raining. The drive was relaxing enough except that I kept singing that old hymn "Sinking Sand." At least that's what I think it's called. I don't do hymns. However, I repeatedly kept humming it and fortunately, I did know the chorus, I think
. . .On Christ the solid Rock I stand
All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground is sinking sand
Well, anyway, that's what I kept singing. I got it. I did. Don't depend on anything in this world as it's all built on sinking sand. Everything except for what is built on that solid rock. There you go.
The only other time we stepped inside the Hannah Montana studio the woman in charge of the kids took one look at Layne and said: "What's the name? (I answer) . . . I don't have his papers." Okay, I'll give her the benefit of the doubt the first time. Oh, btw, we found the papers in her folder but by then she said, "I don't care, I'm not dealing with you. It's too late. You'll have to deal with your manager."
Second time around. Mmmmm. Same woman, of course. She gives us the necessary papers and leaves. Now, don't forget, we're there for the interview, then the audition. She comes back, picks up the papers and says: "Don't bother coming in we've decided to go with someone older. Please take some food with you on the way out."
So Layne didn't get the interview (which was the reason why we were there) he didn't get to audition (even though they called us) and naturely, we took some fruit and salad which had gone bad. So the song came back to mind which gave Layne and I the opportunity to talk about the fact that if anything, or any place, is built on sinking sand it's Hollywood. Dissapointments in this world come daily, I'm sure, but it's great to know and feel that He has overcome the world. It's all good. Back to the drawing board.
The only other time we stepped inside the Hannah Montana studio the woman in charge of the kids took one look at Layne and said: "What's the name? (I answer) . . . I don't have his papers." Okay, I'll give her the benefit of the doubt the first time. Oh, btw, we found the papers in her folder but by then she said, "I don't care, I'm not dealing with you. It's too late. You'll have to deal with your manager."
Second time around. Mmmmm. Same woman, of course. She gives us the necessary papers and leaves. Now, don't forget, we're there for the interview, then the audition. She comes back, picks up the papers and says: "Don't bother coming in we've decided to go with someone older. Please take some food with you on the way out."
So Layne didn't get the interview (which was the reason why we were there) he didn't get to audition (even though they called us) and naturely, we took some fruit and salad which had gone bad. So the song came back to mind which gave Layne and I the opportunity to talk about the fact that if anything, or any place, is built on sinking sand it's Hollywood. Dissapointments in this world come daily, I'm sure, but it's great to know and feel that He has overcome the world. It's all good. Back to the drawing board. 
2 comments:
How hard that must have been to drive all that way! It's intriguing how scriptures, or hymns can strengthen us. Your post reminded me that I need a line of scripture/hymn in my head every day!
It's what pulls me through the day, SL.
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