Chapter 2

"WHAT?" Will ejaculates, grabbing the letter out of Grace's hand and staring agape at it.

"Well, are you gonna open it?" Grace questions.

"Umm…yeah…heh, heh," Will replies cautiously as he slides a thumb under the flap and slowly extracts a single sheet. As he scans the letter his eyes widen perceptibly and a smile spreads across his face.

"Well, c'mon, Will. Tell us what it is. Must be good news or there wouldn't be a smile on your big fat face," Jack teases.

"It is good news! I didn't tell you guys, but a few months ago I sent an idea for a television show to the networks. This is the first reply. They're interested. Some network execs are coming here from Los Angeles to discuss it with me," Will explains.

"This is so exciting!" Jack enthuses. "Television producers, imported from California – right here in New York where my footsteps tread on a daily basis!" He muses for a few seconds, then adds, "Is there a part for me in it?"

"You're in it, but you won't be acting," Will cryptically responds.

Four eyebrows shoot up. A pair of hazel and a pair of sky blue eyes stare quizzically at him.

"Okay, Will, what's this about?" Grace demands.

"It's about…us, sweeite. Us and Jack and Karen and about our friends and our relationships," Will explains.

"They want to make a TV show about that?" Grace laughs.

"Yeah, they must be desperate for material if they want to do anything you suggested. But if you need more, I have some scripts all ready and rowdy to go," Jack offers.

"Uh…we'll see," Will says offhandedly.

"When are they coming?" Grace inquires.

Will would rather not let his friends know that piece of information. He wants to meet with the producers alone without the puerile interruptions he would ensue if they knew it, especially from Jack and his insatiable quest for fame in entertainment. Grace was barely any better. "Oh, gee, look at the time," Will said jumping to his feet, still with the letter in his hand. He strides over to the sofa and pops it into his briefcase, quickly dons his jacket and hurries out the door leaving Grace and Jack staring agape after him.

"We gotta find out when they'll be here. Will's gonna blow it if we leave him alone with the execs. He's so boring, they'll be asleep in ten minutes," Jack sneers. "We can help him liven it up a little."

"Let me think about this, Jack. I'll let you know if I find out anything."

The crafty Grace waits until afternoon. She looks up a number and dials. A few seconds later she is saying, "What is the number for the studio in Burbank?" She has called the local NBC station. Grace finally manages to get through to NBC's L.A. studio. She pretends to be Will's secretary.

"Yes, Mr. Truman wanted to acknowledge the receipt of your letter and confirm the time and place of the appointment. Yes…yes…I have it. Thank you very much." She concludes and hangs up, smiling broadly.

Then dials Jack's number and says, "Hi, Jack. Will's meeting is this Thursday at 2 PM, right in his apartment." Then she and Jack can't hold in their mirth any longer and snigger together. This doesn't bode well for Will.