I didn’t do it alone people. Big thanks to Ayanna Floyd, Jason Ganzel and Tonya Kong for sharing their twisted brains with me and helping breathe life into this wild world. Huge thanks to my assistant/our writers asst (and writer for Season 2!) Sarah Fahey for being a tireless ball of enthusiasm and for infantilizing me to where I can no longer perform basic simple functions for myself.
Big thanks to Sanaa Hamri, who directed the pilot, Millicent Shelton who KILLED the season finale and Tamra Davis, Daisy Mayer and Melanie Mayron who all lent their scary talent to making Hit The Floor the slam dunk it is (slam dunk, get it? As Oscar would say, that’s a pun). Who run the world? Girls.
I’m indebted to those who let us use their songs for our major numbers. Big love toBeyoncéfor kicking us off right, and to Robyn, T.I., Noelia, Sam and the Womp, Fall Out Boy, Haley Reinhart, B.o.B., Willy Moon, The-Dream, Xzibit and P!nk (HOW OHMYGODDD WAS THAT FINAL NUMBER???). This show is 100% music driven so to have such kick ass music to dance to has been incredible.
Next time you watch the show, pause on the credits, opening and closing, because these are names you should know. Wardrobe, hair, make-up (you know these three departments alone on a show like this are staffed with cyborgs), camera, post, right down to craft services who feed all our fat faces. The onscreen talent gets the glory but the crew on this show is m–her f–king dope. LOVE YOU GUYS!
MY FELLOW PRODUCERS: Maggie Malina is a star. Jeff Olde is an oracle. Jill Holmes is a rock. Bryan Johnson is the Energizer Bunny. Maria Melograne makes the impossible possible. And I’m grateful for all of them.
THE NETWORK: VH1 is amaaaaaaaazing. They love us, they support us, they sometimes make out with us. Ok maybe not but I so want them to. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?