While I was sitting in their office waiting to go in and audition, a couple of other 30-something actors walked in with BRAD FOSTER sides in their hands, so I knew I was in the right place. Or was I? Those gentlemen were redirected to another location for their audition, which was described as the production offices. That means reading for the producers. I, on the other hand, was trying to earn the trip to the producers. After I read my two scenes, I was released. No trip to the production offices. No job. No sense thinking any more about it.