February 25, 1999
While sitting in my apartment this afternoon running lines with my friend, Rachel Reenstra, she said, "If you don't get this, I'll boycott ABC, just stop watching. This is perfect for you." And I tend to agree with her. The guy is attractive and successful but from a dork past so that he has never really escaped being a dork. He is cynical and sarcastic. The only thing he is that I'm not is working at a steady job. It looks like that won't change any time soon.
They just didn't respond to the Ducey thing. I did the Ducey thing and I thought I did it well, the way I wanted to. Maybe the first scene was a little rushed but besdies that it was my usual stuff. They were supposed to see the same thing that Rachel and I did, that this was a part written for the Ducey thing. But the Ducey thing was not their thing today.
As I walked out of the office, I guess one of the people waiting in the waiting room could see something on my face that suggested I wasn't a big hit in there. "Well, it's over," she offered as support. "Oh, it's over, alright," I replied, "Way over."
In discussing it with my agent, he reminded me that the ABC deal gives me a little extra leeway for error. They might be encouraged to bring me in to the Network Test even if they didn't fall in love with me. That gives me a little hope. The audition was not a failure by any means, I just didn't blow them away like I had wanted to. And I did have fans in the room. The writer, Suzanne, wrote for Frasier, and I have booked jobs with the casting director Marc Hirschfeld before, and Disney's head of casting, Brian Chavanne, was in attendance. So it may not be as over as I think. Should find out tomorrow. Keep those fingers crossed.
Go back to the Audition.