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I have a good female friend who is obsessed with The Notebook. She watches it like three times a week. I mean, it was like a teddy bear to a two year old. She never went anywhere without it. When I finally gave in and agreed to watch it with her, I didn't know what she enjoyed more . . . watching it, or watching me watching it, just to see my reaction.
One day, when I told her I was looking for things to turn into musicals, she said, "You know what would make a beautiful musical? The Notebook!" Then she stopped and didn't speak for like three minutes. I think she was imagining the duet that Noah and Allie would sing to each other right after Allie found out that Noah wrote her a letter a day while they were apart, even though the letters never got to her (if your eyes just got a little watery there, it's not because you've been staring at your computer too long).
I sort of blew her off. "Too big a movie and too big a book," I thought, "No way anyone is getting the rights. Maybe Cameron Mac or Disney, but unless you've got a Broadway pedigree and a bank full of bucks, there is no way that musical is going to happen."
"But It would be sooooooooo good," she said. "Come on, let's watch it again and I'll show you."
Well, look what I read today. The Notebook is going to be a musical. And it doesn't have Cameron or Disney or even any New York Producers behind it. An actress fell in love with it, probably watched it more often than my friend, and convinced the powers that be to give her the rights. All because of her passion.
And she's doing a workshop in October with the hopes that it will be the first step to a Broadway production.
You know what else is cool? Just like White Noise, the workshop isn't at The Old Globe or La Jolla or any of the usual tryout spots. Oh no, they are doing this tryout at a community theater in North Carolina.
It's "Give Props" week here at The Producers Perspective. Yesterday, Hair, and today, Bethany Joy Galeotti, the girl who got The Notebook.
And I write this blog to remind myself that no matter how difficult things may seem, it never hurts to ask the question. The irony is that it took me the same amount of time to come up with a reason why I couldn't get the rights to The Notebook, as it would have to call someone and actually ask for the rights to The Notebook!
Now I gotta go. There's a 1-800-FLOWERS site with my name on it. I gotta send a big bouquet of flowers to a friend that is going to be pretty peeved when she hears that this is happening and I'm not attached.
Oh, and guess where I'll be in October.
