One of my early auditions was for the part of a Colombian drug dealer. I didn’t want to go in on it, because, well, Colombian drug dealer! But the casting director kept insisting that she wanted me to come in, which I thought was weird, because I don’t think I had ever been in for her before. Finally, I went, though I played the character as a Texan. I got the part.
A couple of years later, I was asked to come in to audition for a part on a sitcom. I have been and utter failure at sitcom auditions, never once getting a job, and even having my agents told that I was not remotely funny. So I didn’t want to go to this audition. Why face that humiliation again? But the casting director insisted and insisted and insisted, and finally I went in. That’s how I got a leading role on my first series. A sitcom.
Some years later, this same casting director urged me over and over to turn a year long series of emails about the circumstances of my wife Cecily’s illness and death into a book. I resisted, but she and others kept encouraging me to do so. That book was published to great acclaim 10 years ago.
A very happy birthday to that casting director and dear, dear friend, Deb Barylski.
If she tells you something, do it!