August 21, 1998
It has been nearly four months since I attended my last commercial audition and honestly, I assumed that my commercial agent had simply made a quiet decision to stop sending me out for auditions. The fact that today's audition was with an old friend, Lisa Pantone, also suggested that she had called my agent looking for me instead of vice versa. Regardless, I asked one of the people in the office today and they said that I was completely mistaken and that they were simply being more selective for me since I was having such success theatrically. Hmmm... My feeling is that an audition every four months is just a tad too selective.
All that aside, maybe I should just pull the plug on the whole commercial audition scene anyway. I have never, in my many years in Los Angeles and hundreds of auditions, ever booked a commercial. I don't know why and I have bemoaned that fate numerous times before, but for the first time, the possibility of just stopping is a legitimate one. On the flip side, however, it would still be great to land a commercial, it would be good money, it would be fun to have a spot on the air, I have lots of free time, and really it can happen at any moment. If it just clicks one day, I could be off and running. If the planets all line up, if the chips fall where they should, if the entire platoon gives me a 21-gun salute, then in one magical day I could have it all.
Today was not that day. The audition went fine and Lisa was very nice and said what a great job I did, but I was not right for the swinging 30s guy that she called me in for. Add to that the other six hours worth of auditions and I am not going to stand out from the huddled masses yearning to breathe residuals. It's important to be out there doing it, though, and if it's ever going to click, I need to discover some sort of groove. Maybe, some day... A man can dream, can't he?