April 16, 1992
Acting on the momentum generated by the morning's "interview" and the past weekend's seminar, I set out to conquer the commercial world.
At the seminar, I had voiced my desire to find a new agent. When the name, "Commercials Unlimited" came up, Sonya Stephens chimed in: "Yeah, when you go by, talk to John Fisher. He's a real good guy."
And so boldly I strided into that office, looking ahead to later in the evening when I would sit at home on the couch, feet up, content that I had found a good commercial agent, happy that I had taken initiative, and that it had paid off. I pictured myself back in the seminar after the passage of the three weeks as I proudly told how I had seized the day, summoned up all my courage, flushed out my fear, and created an environment of success for myself. I would relate the impromptu meeting between John Fisher and myself as we talked, at first, perhaps about Sonya Stephens, our mutual acquaintance, and then the seminar, and then how we talked about his high hopes for my future and how lucky he felt to have me and how he was just, in fact, hoping to get my type, making my visit to the office almost an answer to a prayer, a gift from the gods of representation. And with a hearty handshake I would leave that office as a new man, re-invigorated in the acting world, full of hope, full of drive, full of power, and with little standing between me and the top.
I walked proudly into that opffice and told the unsuspecting secretary what I wanted, and what I secretly knew everyone in her office desperately needed.
She took my headshot on sent me on my way.