Bummer? Maybe Not…I Do Feel Like a Fire Work Though.

melli@melliinc.com

Bummer?  Maybe Not…I Do Feel Like a Fire Work Though.

        “We only need you for three days and only to do a guys face…supposed to look like he’s been beat up…bar type fight etc…requires detail but nothing permanent sorry if I’d gotten your hopes up kid”.

         Hearing this reminded me immediately of an interview I’d seen with Margaret Hamilton.  (FYI to those of you that were in fact born yesterday, she might also be known as “The Wicked Witch of the West”).  The interviewer asked about capturing one of the most prestigious roles in history…in a movie of equally epic caliber.  Miss Hamilton went on to describe the buzz, the gossip, and the hype that surrounded the making of 1939’s “Wizard of Oz”.   

         Her response was something like this..."we'd all heard about the making of the film… MGM was looking to make it one of the biggest productions ever. … and it was everywhere...word was out that the role of Dorothy had been filled...and there was talk that Billie Burke was in negotiations to play Glinda... so naturally when my agent called me, I was a little confused and a little excited ... I wondered to myself did somebody back out?  What could they want me for?  My agent said then, “well...The Wicked Witch” ...to add insult to injury he then added...”what else”?!".  

You really never know…that role made her famous and unforgettable, a legend.  She’d been an actress for seven years I think before it, but it was “the break” that so many of us are looking/hoping/even praying for.  Not just in the movie industry…in the plumbing industry…a big break would be some water pipes bursting in the Mall of America  or something…   We ALL have dreams and aspirations.  And it’s difficult when even for just one split second we feel like we’re sooooo close…then oops…the Mr.Malfoy reaches his hand out with all his magical might…and still, the prophecy drops and shatters into a million katrillion little tiny piece’s.  

I feel like a firework. 

Over the course of my life, I’ve taken every ounce that makes up me, and stuffed it away into hiding.  I know very well, as does anybody that truly knows me…that one day soon I’ll be set off…like a firework.  Boom Melli!!!   And just like on The Forth of July, you’ll hear the whistle of the concoction and then…BOOM it’ll blast the ass outta you in a beautiful array of striking white and silver lights…sparkles in the sky…like the most beautiful and vivid dream you’ve ever had.  Boom, explodes Melli and each of the small but bright sparks will be a different aspect of me.  The make~up artist, the fashion designer, the stylist, the sketch~pad darling, the soft spoken but vibrant voice, the meticulous eye for color, the passion for all things jewelry…specifically pearls…the desire to make the world smile AND the ability to change the world for the better…This one firework among so many others…the one flower growing in a field of weeds…Boom.  Melli.  “Little…But Oh My”.   The difference in my lights and the others?  I’m not going to fade out.   Ever.  I feel like a firework…and it’s very very very cool.  Peace, Love Rock,Pearls, & Roll. 

Quite Kindly, Yours Truly, Angels Angels, and All Good Things... etc etc etc...

Mell

     

Margaret Hamilton (December 9, 1902 – May 16, 1985)