I guess it’s indicative of my cow-town roots, but one of the things I love about L.A. is running into the random celebrity pretty much anywhere: the towers of Cedars Sinai, the Starbucks, the supermarket. Anywhere, that is, except at my commercial auditions.
Granted, today’s run-in wasn’t on the wattage level of those two one-time lovebirds currently monopolizing the front-page real estate of every rag on the newsstand. Or even one or two people I’ve auditioned with in the past. But she’s a Name, and all I know is that if I’d been a series regular that many times I’d chew my arm off before I’d do the commercial thing again.
So what was someone with a year on “In Living Color”, a year on “Melrose Place” and recurrings on two currently running shows doing at a cattle call?
“Just trying to get a gig like everybody else.”
Ugh. It’s almost enough to send me back into advertising.