March 28, 2002
And still no rest for the weary. A network test yesterday, an audition and studio test already today, but still no official job, so I keep on auditioning.
Part of me feels like they have to start running out of people soon, don't they? I mean, of the 24 pilots I have read for this year, that's 24 people who are my type who are no longer available. At some point, won't they have to just give me a pilot because I'm the only one left? It's like staying until the end the party to hook up with the host. Whoever lasts the longest is the winner.
Unfortunately I won't be winning this one. I thought I put together some good stuff for the audition. They did not. I didn't make them angry or anything, but I think they knew in about 6 seconds that they did not want me for this role. Too young. Too chipper. Too clean-cut. Probably a little of all those things.
That's fine. Now you cast someone and that's just another "competitor" who's off working. I look forward to the day when I walk into the office and I am the only name on the sign-in sheet. "Did I come on the wrong day?" I will ask.
"No," the casting director will reply, "you are the
only one left. The job is yours." Ah... sweet redemption.