Thank God for Cathy Reinking. She's the only one who keeps me in business out here in the vast sea that is L.A. I'm drownin' here! But good ol' Cathy and her boss, Jeff Greenberg, the kind angels of Almost Perfect and Wings, were now having me in for the Big Boy, Frasier. Cool.
The role seemed to be a good one, officially guest-star billing. The character would be Frasier's new agent, a salt-of-the-earth guy who loves doing things for people and will go out of his way to make everyone happier. Not the kind of guy you want as your agent. Marry your daughter, yes, but not your agent.
I read for Jeff at the end of the day today and even with a full callback session scheduled for an hour later, he worked with me on the scene and squeezed me onto the list. Back at 5:15pm.