Letter to Joss Whedon
August 14, 2014
I’m throwing down the gauntlet.
Lately, I can’t seem to attend a Minor Brook Elementary School run-a-thon or potluck without some parent telling me that you and I should be working together.
I know. Nutty.
"You should send your stuff to Joss Whedon."
That’s what they say.
“Alright,” I tell them. “Stop it, already.”
Then I steer the conversation to topics like our upcoming Xylophone Fundraiser, or last year’s snow days—teaching until June twentieth? You have gotta be kidding me!—or that new must-have book of movement songs for Kinders.
I don't want to toot my own horn, but I’m told that I’m the best music teacher they’ve ever had at Minor Brook. I can’t imagine that’s true, although our choir, the "Majors from Minor" is up to thirty-seven voices now. That’s double from three years ago! I’ve had to order more bandanas.
It’s about growing your fan base. You know all about that.
So Joss, I thought I'd take a minute out of my overwhelming schedule – laminating treble clef bookmarks – to send you this note.
Hey, you’re a world-class, Oscar-nominated screenwriter. You’ve changed the world—don't even get me started on "Firefly"—and I’m a K-2 music teacher in Ballard, Washington. The pairing would be delightfully unlikely, and isn't that what you do best?
I say we give it a go. I mean, if nothing else, my parents will leave me alone and we’ll both have some great stories to share at Pre-Oscar Parties, cocktail gatherings at Universal, and Xylophone Fundraisers.
(For more information: MINORNEEDSXYLOS@minorbrookschool.org)
Have your people call my people. My assistant's name at Minor Brook is Patty Loo. She’s expecting your call. She’ll be at the front desk, unless it's recess.