July 16, 2002
"They want to see you again for Good Morning, Miami."
The first time I went in for this role, I did well. Unfortunately, I wasn't right for the part.
The second time I went in for this role, I did well. Unfortunately, I wasn't right for the part.
Like Sisyphus, pushing the boulder up the hill every day only to have it roll back down every night, I gathered up my strength and breathed life into the same 9 pages of material I have been plodding through since the beginning of pilot season. But this time would be different.
"You have to promise me one thing," I said to Tracy Lillienfield, the casting director, whom I spoke to a couple days before the audition.
"What's that?"
"You have to promise me that if I do come back in and read for this part, that you will definitely cast me in it."
I got no such assurance.
All I can say about the audition is that I did well. After I was done with the same audition of the same material for the same two gentlemen, one of them offered up an evaluation: "You're always good."
If only they knew I could also perform this scene on a set, too.