More Tree Huggin’ Hippie Crap

Last week, I put out a plea for some vibes, mojo, good thoughts, tantric chanting, or whatever anyone felt they could throw my way, because I had an extremely important audition.
I said that if it worked, I would have the coolest story, ever, to tell.
I am the most skeptical person you could ever meet, but I swear, I felt mojo coming my way when I needed it most, and I was relaxed, funny, charming, and all the things I needed to be on my audition.
I don’t let myself get too high or too low about auditions. As I’ve said before, being the best actor usually isn’t what gets an actor the job. There are so many factors that I can’t control, that I just focus on doing my best read, or having my best possible meeting. For me, a successful audition isn’t necessarily one where I get the job. It’s one where I leave the room, knowing that I was the best I can be.
So, having said all that, I can tell you that your mojo and vibes, and all that worked, because I was walking on air when I left that room, and every time the phone rang, I was excited that it would be my agent telling me that I’d been hired.
But the phone call that came was not that I’d been hired, but that they were bringing me back one more time, to perform again, and this time it was between me and one other person.
So here I am, putting out yet another plea for mojo, vibes, good thoughts, voodo dances, or whatever you’d care to send my way.
My final, final, final callback is today, at 3PM.
So, if you can, please send mojo between 3 and 4:30 PM PDT, and I will give up all the details of the project, the audition process, and all that, later on today.