March 7, 2003
With the official word coming back that I would not be going on to the Network Test for Coupling, I had to crank it back up and get to another audition today, continuing the maddening search for possible steady employment that is pilot season. I sped across the Valley floor and picked up my daughter, spent a little play time with her, and then the two of us returned to Burbank just in time for a "Chemistry Session" with Dan Finnerty, the star of his eponymous pilot.
In retrospect, it may have been better if I had not made it.
I left Emma in the waiting room with the casting assistant and went in search of a little chemistry. We performed the scene a couple of times and halfway through the second scene, I have to list the four things I have always wanted. But in the list in my head, there were only three. Of course, I could tell I was only listing three, but for the life of me, I could not figure out what the fourth one was. So I said the three and moved on. Once we had finished, I looked back at the sides. There it was, the fourth thing. Got it. We did the last little bit again. I got to the list. Three things popped into my head. Three. The fourth was not to be found. I stopped the scene in its tracks. Amidst my apologies and their words of encouragement, we took a run at it again. Three things. Just three. Apparently, I just didn't want four things today. There wasn't room in my head for four things. I felt we had all given me enough leeway, so I forged ahead with my list of three things and the scene came to its third and final conclusion.
"Thank you for coming," they offered as I walked out.
Thanks to my brain for not coming.