Have you ever cried at a movie

Have you ever cried at a movie? I have.

Was it the best movie ever made?

I clapped, I cheered, and yes, I cried.

Had we done it? Had we made 'The Gone With the Wind' of our time?

Or was it the fact that I'd not slept in 72 hours and delirium was setting in. Many people say it's not the destination that makes life worth living but the journey. This weekend demonstrated that sentiment loud and clear.

It started with the phone call. The phone rang, "Hello," I said. Thomas, on the other side said, "Road Movie". My heart sank. I repeated "Road Movie". No, it couldn't be Road Movie. We didn't prepare for Road Movie. We had the Halloween costumes for a remake of Halloween. We had the fake guns for a Spy movie. We had mannequins for a horror movie. We had glitzy costumes for Romance. We had military outfits for Historical Drama. But we had selected Road Movie.

The hotel room was very quiet for a few minutes. Then, the writers started calling out ideas. Everyone started throwing ideas around. Hitchhiker kills the people who pick him up. Hitchhiker gets killed by the couple who picks him up. Dropping acid on the road. Loud discussions ensued. The phone rang. It was Thomas again, on his way with Raven, Paul, Lacey and Jules from Café Prytania.
The phone rang. It was Thomas again, on his way with Raven, Paul, Lacey and Jules from Café Prytania. "We have some ideas about what we can make." "How far out are you?" I asked. "About 10 min". I said to Thomas, "Just develop them the best you can and pitch them to us when you get here." The lively discussions in the room continued. 15 minutes later Thomas came in. I said, "Quiet in the room." Thomas described a storyline that, after a LOT of collaborative effort, would ultimately become our movie, I Wish I'd Known You Better

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Ending Part

As I opened my 168 email messages from this weekend, my mind was buzzing with images from the past three days. The first message I opened was the perfect song at the perfect moment. The song that we couldn't find at 6 PM last night. How appropriate that the song we used for the ending credits to the movie was the soundtrack for writing down my final thoughts about the weekend. With the song put on loop I thought about how many people say it's not the destination but the journey. I think I may have answered one of Life's Greatest Questions. It is indeed the journey and not the destination. As the music played, I wrote and wrote and wrote my feelings ~ a floodgate opened. There was no turning back now. The tears came back with a vengeance, there was no stopping them, nor did I want to for today I was different. I will never be the same. I must have played that song 100 times. I wrote a composition book worth of words or maybe it was just a lot of incoherent thought of an over stimulated mind.

Today, I realized I've joined the ranks of the very best moviemakers. It may be the very bottom of the ranks, next to my hero, Edward Woods Jr. Nonetheless, I am a director. A true Director. My movie will make the Silver Screen. No matter what happens now that can not be changed. No one can take that away from me. Thank you 48 Hours Film Project. You have inspired me and pushed me to do my best. Thank you Team Spineless. You have helped me to realize a major goal of mine. I now see what I am capable of, and it is so much more that I'd realized. I have a lot to say; now, I have a medium in which to say it. Watch for more to come.

God speed, thank you sincerely, Dr. Rory White