May 15, 2007 - Hello? Is someone there? I can hear you breathing.
The box shakes violently back and forth.
I..... CAN'T........ BREATHE ..... OPEN..... BOX...... NOW....... Gasp! I almost didnít make it. I didnít know I could hold my breath that long. Hey everyone! I'M HOME!
Itís good to be home. Hello Mr. Driving Mr. Spacey bear! Hello Lex Luthor Slurpee cup! Group hug!
What an adventure Iíve been on. Did I get any phone calls? Iím expecting to hear from Kev or his people.
Oh, of course. *You* would know him as Kevin Spacey. But I call him Kev now that weíre best buds. Seriously! We met at the theater. In New York City! Nooo, I didnít go to the moon exactly. Itís a long story. But when we met, he was very impressed by my ability to be calm under the glare of the cameras and in front of the crowd. Thatís one of the critical lessons for all actors to learn. Kev said I was a natural. Nooo, he didnít say that in so many words. We didnít need to exchange words. True actors speak with their eyes and their body language and his said he couldnít believe what he was seeing with his own two eyes. I could tell. Iím sure Iíll be hearing from his people soon. For an acting job or something. Iíll tell you all about it tomorrow. Right now, I need to get some sleep. Iím bushed. I canít wait to get out of these clothes!
KevieBear goes to sleep and sleeps the sleep of the innocent.
July 10, 2007 - KevieBear awakes from his hibernation, brought on by his very long journey to the moon and decides to relax in the sun. He daydreams of movie stardom and the many awards that will come his way. He'd like to thank the academy.
"Iíd like to thank my mother, my agent, my best new pal Kev, my spacey friends who made this all possible: Laura, Joanne, Liz, Jackie, Jackieís fiancť David, and Marlene. The hairy pig and the big cats who were my inspiration. That other woman. Whatís her name again? That one who buys my sweaters, lets me live in her house and use her computer. Itís not coming to me. Um, well, thanks anyway. You're the best. Some day through hard work and perseverance, I know that you, the little people, will see the realization of your own..."
KevieBear suddenly realizes that he never heard from Kevin Spaceyís people about working with Kevin!
I donít understand. Where are the emails? The phone messages? The registered letters? The contracts waiting to be signed? Maybe I forgot to give Kevin my address. I know! Iíll write him a letter! Where is my new stationery and my box of antique wax pens? There they are!
Letís see.. how shall I start?
Dear Mr. Spacey Ö no, too formal for good friends. Scratch that. Dear KevinÖ better, but everyone calls him that. Scratch that too. I know! Iíll call him Kev, the way all his close friends and business associates do.
Ok, I have the Dear Kev part, now what shall I say?
KevieBear quickly finishes his letter to Kevin Spacey and addresses the envelope.
There! It's done! This baby is going in the mailbox and I'll bet I have a reply in a week. Two at the most. I can't wait. I wonder how long it takes to get a new passport these days? It can't take that long. I may be in London by my birthday at the end of the month.
KevieBear takes the letter to the mailbox and then goes back inside to wait and make plans. His journey to the moon has turned into a trip to the stars. His life will never be the same.
Driving Mr. Spacey!: The positively untrue life and times of Kevin Spacey, with a few real facts thrown in for fun. All collages and photo enhancements were done by me using Microsoftģ Picture It!ģ 99
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