May 13, 1998
This is an odd time. I have The Hanleys behind me, and yet possibly in front of me. I don't know if I'm really employed or unemployed at the moment. And I guess there are still pilots out there that need a cast member or two. And so in I went for Nearly Yours.
And how wrong could I possibly have been for this role? The script describes him as short, squat, and nerdy. Now as nerdy as I might actually be, if the script says, "Think Rick Moranis," I'm not sure how many people in Los Angeles then think of me.
The scene went fine. I felt a little odd, reading for such a goofy part, and Tracy had a funny look on her face during my little opening monologue, which I think translated into a funny look on my face, which is not what I was trying to accomplish.
I finished and was heading out and she glanced down at my resume. "I see you're waiting to hear on a pilot," she politely inquired.
"Yup. Won't be long now!" I replied, probably looking and sounding about as goofy and nerdy at that moment as anyone did throughout the entire day of auditioning goofballs.
"Well, good luck!" she cheered. How nice of her, I thought, as I walked out of the building, to offer such kind words of support. But then it hit me, there was more to that sentence: "Well, good luck... because you will not be working on this show any time soon."