A few days have passed since Bryon and I sat down for a recorded Skype session with Simpsons writer and F is for Family co-creator Michael Price. This was a moment that I will continue to relive over and over again in my head for the foreseeable future. Admittedly, right up until the final seconds before the Skype call was initiated, I remained in utter disbelief that it was actually happening. It just didn’t make sense that someone so influential and accredited was choosing to spare an hour of his day for two nobody’s sitting in a garage trying to be poignant interviewers.
The week leading up to the interview began with an excitement that I am still unable to contextualize. As the day of the interview grew closer, I had no anxiety. I chalk that up to never fully believing that the interview would come to fruition. In fact, I had already prepared a draft in my notes thanking Michael for his early consideration of being on our show. I was actually still happy with the idea that he had reached back when asked if he’d like to do the interview. It was still a huge success in my mind. The way I saw it, we would have to jiggle several handles before finally stumbling upon a door that would actually open for us, and I was fine with that.
The day before the interview I reached out to Michael again, asking if we were still “on”. He replied with “Should be good!” In that moment I felt the first initial tug from the gravity of the situation. In less that 24 hours we were to sit down at our mic’s and have a conversation with an Emmy Award winning writer. Someone who you could not accurately describe the world we live in without mentioning all of the properties he has been involved with. Lego, Star Wars, and the Simpsons, to name a few.
To say I had prepared for the interview, was an understatement. To say I WAS prepared for the interview, was an outright lie. I figured that no amount of breathing exercises or picturing of people in their underwear could prepare me for a smooth and seamless interview—and I was correct.
Thankfully I was not in this alone. I had Bryon. Who—even if nervous—did not give off a nervous energy. That could actually have been the result of my own anxiety completely eclipsing his.
Bryon and I sat down and prepared for the hour leading up to the interview. We each went over our questions while I checked Twitter every 4 seconds. Michael gave us the thumbs up and said he was just wrapping up on some writing he was doing for the Simpsons. On reading that, I gave a hard, dry-mouthed, swallow, and forced my heart back down into its chest cavity. We initiated the Skype call, and began the interview.
I spent the first five minutes of the discussion orbiting Neptune. I believe I also had to re-train my brain on how to formulate sentences—and more importantly, those of which that had a beginning, middle, and end. I was so tense that I was actually crumpling the paper that my questions were written on (to give context I am talking about the yellow notes page on my iPhone). The anxiety was over by about ten minutes in. I began to loosen up, and actually enjoy the moment. As guests go—you could not ask for a better one than Michael Price. He was interesting (duh!) and down to earth. He never left us hanging, and he kept the flow of conversation moving forward. It was all over in a flash (as cliched as that is) and we were able to finally do what we had been fighting the urge to do the entire time—freak out.
It was a great experience in both the fun and learning. It instilled me with confidence. I feel going forward, interviews will be easier for us both. Once we realized that we were talking to a real person, and not the creature that had been fabricated in our minds, it became a discussion rather than a performance. Although we were far from perfect in our interviewing abilities, I also believe we were not terrible. When the state of euphoria faded, I was instantly able to recall dozens of questions that I had forgotten to ask. Many would say that is what second and third interviews are for, but rather and focus on the future, I will finish basking in the present. I look forward to our future endeavours, and I have Mr. Price to thank for that.