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A couple weeks ago, I received a text from my friend saying “Make sure you answer your phone when I call you.” I happened to be at a barbecue and when my phone started ringing, I politely excused myself from the table.
“Dan, I just talked to my buddy who works at Bad Robot. He remembered your poster series and… They want you to try a crack at a poster design for Super 8!”
Silence. A wave of excitement, energy, and just sheer terror flushed over me.
He continued to tell me that I may be getting a call from either his buddy or J.J.’s producer, Bryan Burk in the next few minutes, so to be available. I waited for about a half hour, a huge knot tightened up in my stomach and I began to worry.
Those of you who have ever been to Chicago know that AT&T’s service here is pretty consistently terrible throughout the city. It’s especially bad in my area.
Thoughts raced through my head as I waited for the call. “Had they already tried calling but my horrible service didn’t connect the call?” “Had they changed their mind?” “Is this really just an elaborate trick?” “What am I going to say if he does call?” “Is it too windy out here? What if he can’t hear me?!” “Does my breath smell bad? What if he smells it through the phone? SHIT!”
At this point the rest of the people at the barbecue knew what was up and they were all giving me distance so I wouldn’t have a panic attack or something.
The phone rings, and it’s got an Indiana area code on it. A bit of calmness sweeps over me. “Good, it’s not Bryan Burk himself,” I thought.
I answered it and although my reception was bad and I was struggling to decode what he was telling me like it was a World War II cypher, I got the jist of the details.
“So you think you can do this?” He asked.
