April 16, 1998
I probably shouldn't have gone in the first place. I am suffering from some sort of throat infection that has given me a bout of laryngitis. Anything over 20 decibels or above a middle C and my mouth starts spitting forth air instead of sound. So, strike one.
My schedule for the evening was already loaded. I had a film audition immediately prior to this audition, then I had to get across town to Beverly Hills to tutor before going to the opening softball game of the season, which would be followed by another hour of tutoring. To top it off, I forgot to pack my sneakers when loading the car with all the different outfits and uniforms for my Hollywood Tour. So, after the film audition, I had to run home and get them. Strike two.
I signed in at a little before 5pm and there were twelve names ahead of me. By 5:15, there were ten names ahead of me. By 5:30, still eight names ahead of me. A quick calculation put my laryngitis-influenced reading at approximately 6:30pm. Strike three. I took my name off the sign-in sheet and proceeded on to the next stop on my tour. No FOX Sports Promo for me.