A few days ago, I attended the last workshop I will attend in 2015. There was a wide range of talent there and I enjoyed the experience, but the notable part of the evening occurred before the workshop even started.
I arrived early that night because that’s the way I’m built. I’m never late. I wish some of my clients would learn to mirror that quality. Anyway, as I said, I showed up a few minutes early so I ducked into the men’s room and planted myself in one of the stalls.
While I was taking care of business, two male actors walked in and proceeded to have a candid conversation, not aware their industry guest was sitting a few feet away on his porcelain throne. Concealed behind that metal door, I felt like wildlife expert Dian Fossey discreetly spying on the gorillas of Rwanda and Uganda.
The first actor was asking his friend how the last casting workshop he had attended had turned out. The second actor responded he was really upset about it. He had crushed the read, so the casting director had given him a shot to audition for her network show and he ended up booking the gig. The first actor was surprised. He asked his friend why he was upset. The second actor explained it was a small role that only
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