Well, it looks like this particular ride has ended.  Yup, I got the call this morning that I had been released from my “FedEx” avail.  Oh well, I’ll try my best again to get ‘em next time. 

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Callback: “FedEx” @ Kathy Knowles Casting.  I arrived about 30 minutes early for this one and I’m glad I did since the dialogue had changed from the initial audition. 

When they handed me the size card to make sure my sizes and contact information was correct they had written on it “has FedEx”.  I asked the assistant if “has FedEx” is the same as “had FedEx”? They were referring to the fact that I did a FedEx commercial back in December 2012 but that spot has been finished for a while. I didn’t want them to think that I had one currently airing. 

By the time I went in I was ready to rock & roll with the new dialogue.  Things went great in the room!  Yes!

Hours later I received word from my agency that I had been placed on avail.  Yes!  YES!

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Audition: “FedEx” @ Kathy Knowles Casting.  Great time in the room!  I think I understood and executed what the spot was about.  Hopefully I’ll advance to the next step in the process. 

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Yesterday I got finger-printed and a Tuberculosis skin test in preparation for becoming a mentor to the 5 year-old I’d mentioned recently.  Tonight I attended an adoption class.  I’m not “planning” to adopt anyone, but I guess one never really knows where the future will take them.  I guess that means I’m going to do it.

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My Life (just off) The Sunset Strip…

Episode 0102 - He Touched My Rocket

INT. LOBBY/ELEVATOR - NIGHT

Stephon, arriving home after attending a health care seminar in Burbank enters the lobby of his building. In his hands was a small amount trash to toss in the can by the cluster mailbox. He noticed someone was standing at the elevator, but didn’t pay too much attention. He didn’t want to drop his cell phone or keys. When he turned back to wait for the elevator he saw that it was his nemesis...SheHeHerHim aka "SHHH", not thin, about 6’1” 250lbs, manly feet with shoulders the width of a Fiat 500.

ME: Hey.

SHHH: (Stare)

The elevator doors open, we enter. SHHH slivers around like an anaconda…then presses “1”. Me, looking straight ahead then realizes.

ME: Oh, “3”, thanks.

The “3” button is kinda messed up and always has to be pressed several times. I noticed his dirty ass finger nails working the button trying to get it to light up. It finally does.

SHHH: Come 143. 143. (Yes, in that same, breathy, Marilyn Monroe “Mr. President” style of voice).

ME: No, I’m good.

The elevator starts to move. He faces the door, stands in front of me, bends over and BACKS THE FK UP!!!

I gently push him away.

ME: Hey, I’m good.

The doors open on the first floor. SHHH doesn’t get out, he stares at me.

I look at the floor and see the biggest, nastiest hammered toed feet I’ve ever seen.

The doors close. He starts his seductive dance again. In disbelief I start to laugh…I cannot believe this is happening…until he reached and touched my rocket! Yeah, my freaking rocket!!!

ME: Yo, I’m good. I’m good.

SHHH: Come 143, I like. Come 143.

I’m holding my hands out signaling for him to not come any closer.

The doors open on the 3rd floor. My floor. I don’t get out. I don't want him on my floor.

The doors close. He behaves as the elevator car moves back down to the first floor.

The doors open.

SHHH: Please 143. Okay? okay? 143.

ME: I’ll be alright. I’m good.

Before exiting he takes another last swipe at my rocket, (which, like a Blacky Jackie Chan I block) and left me with his best “come hither” look.

SHHH: Come 143 okay?

The doors close and the elevator rises back up to the 3rd floor and I exit. I expected to see him down in the courtyard when I got off upstairs, but he was nowhere to be found. He was probably tidying up his place in anticipation of my arrival.

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Dude should learn to keep his hands to himself. He could end up getting punched in the nose, It’d be easier if he’d just take the stairs…I pay too much rent in this building to take the stairs.

Upon further thought. I wonder if this whole thing is a case of "Lost in Translation". Maybe he thinks me saying, repeatedly, "I'm good, I'm good" is me bragging about about my sexual prowess?????

Next time I'll say, "I'm good at punching mofos in dey muhfking moufs". I mean, that is a big lie, but I'll just put my mean face on when I say it...and ball up my fist. Dude betta ask somebody...

Holla!

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I had an early morning dentist appointment.  Ugh!  Not good news, there is a crown that I finally have to get taken care of.  Plus, some of the major dental work I had done going on two years ago has developed a little problem.  I knew about it a year ago and have been putting it off, but I need to finally get it fixed.  Fortunately, I won’t be charged for the work.  I already paid!

Audition: “The Miller’s” @ Dava Waite Peaslee Casting.  When I arrived at this audition there had been another one line character written in at the last minute.  I felt that it went really well in the room.  I certainly made them laugh.  I feel really great about booking one of the roles.  C’mon Stephon!

Audition: “Toyota” @ Francene Selkirk Casting.  I did good again!

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Audition: “Maxwell House” @ Francene Selkirk Casting.  Eh, this was okay.  There was a lot going in the spot and I felt as though I was barely keeping up.  Funny spot though!

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Audition: “Chasing Life” @ Greenstein/Daniel Casting.  Another great time, another actual scene.  It’s great to have something to work with.

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Audition: “Hart of Dixie” @ Martinez-Nelson/Berger Casting.  This was so much fun!  It was an actual scene!  A few scenes, in fact.  I had a great time in the room.

My Life (just off) of the Sunset Strip...

INT. APARTMENT BUILDING LOBBY - EVENING

As I come in from the parking garage, into the lobby of my building, I see a woman entering from the front door into the lobby. I say "hello" as we meet at the elevator.

Not to complicate things, but this was not your "run-of-the-mill" woman. Ya know the type, the ones that have babies, smell like roses, with mesmerizing lips and…produce milk at certain times of the year. This woman was not that at all.

“She” was a very large man, carrying a very small dog - a hot dog dog.

A moment later the elevator arrived and the “4" of us entered. I say “4” because I just wasn’t sure how to categorize…the person. So it was me, the woman who looked like a man, the man who looked like a woman… and the hot dog dog.

The elevator arrived and since the ManWomanWomanMan had their hands full I asked “what floor are you going to?” “They”, SheHeHerHim answered “Wwhone” in their best “Marilyn Monroe”…I understood it as “the 1st floor”. I pressed “1” for them and “3” for me.

The doors closed. It seemed like it took at least 45 seconds for the elevator to move so I attempted some small talk to pass the time.

“How are you this evening?” I asked. SheHeHerHim didn’t really “answer”, SheHeHerHim just kinda exhaled at me…again, kinda like, I would have guessed, Marilyn Monroe would have done it - but way less sexy.

All this was happening really slow.

Finally the elevator door closed and we started moving. SheHeHerHim never looked away from me. I just silently stared at my W-2 in my hand to pass the time. What seemed like 90 minutes later we arrived at the first floor.

The doors opened. SheHe…just stood there. I was frozen, and then finally, I looked up as HeShe, still staring at me, slowly started to exit while doing this weird tongue movement and then winked. I threw back an odd acknowledgement and looked down at my maroon, low-cut Chuck Taylor’s.

The elevator door finally closed. I exhaled. Not like Marilyn Monroe. Like Stephon…when he’s freaked the fk out.

The doors opened on the 3rd floor. HimHerSheHe was standing in the courtyard, looking up at me, waving for me to come down. Normally, I exit the elevator with a slight left, a right and another left on my way to my apt. Instead, I made a slight left, ANOTHER LEFT and then a right and I was out of view…I learned that from watching movies!

I entered my apartment and went straight to the mirror outside of my kitchen. I wanted to see exactly who SheHe was seeing. For the life of me I couldn’t figure out what the attraction was all about.

I guess I'll just chalked it up as a stroke to my ego

Now, I have NEVER a day in my life been a "chick magnet”, but after that experience, I’m convinced, that I might be a "dk magnet"...

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Audition: “Extant” @ Ronna Kress Casting.  I used to book these 1 and 2 line roles all day long.  Well, not “all day long”, but I used to book them.  Now, they are so difficult for me and I’m not sure why.  Yes, I really want to book more significant roles than these, but I wanna book these too.  It’s been almost 2 years since I’ve book a TV/Film job and I didn’t even audition for that one.

Anyway, I’d LOVE to book this role.  It’s Halle Barry’s pilot, already on-air for 13 episodes, Steven Spielberg produce and the role is supposed to recur.  C’mon Stephon!

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So I went to a Super Bowl party this afternoon. Didn't want to show up empty-handed so I brought a 12-pack of Blue Moon...and an A&W cream soda for myself.

Several more people showed up and we ran out of chairs. I helped bring a few more in from the guesthouse. I sat for a for a few minutes and a few more people arrived. I gave my chair to a young girl, so I was standing watching the game.

After a while a woman, that had been sitting, came and stood next to me. A moment later she introduced herself. We made some small talk and she asked if I had any children.

ME: No.

HER: Have you ever considered mentoring a child?

ME: Ah, ah, ah...Mentoring? Yeah, sometimes I read scripts, as an actor, that at-risk students have written in the area high schools.

HER: How would you feel about possibly mentoring a 5 year-old 1 or 2 times a month?

ME: Um, a 5 year-old?"

HER: As soon as you walked in knew I wanted to ask you.

ME: What was it about me? My sneakers?

HER: No. Just the way you carried yourself.

As my head was spinning, wondering what the heck had just happened she explained that she's a social worker and one of her clients could use some specific help and she thought I might fit the bill.

She gave me her card and asked me to consider it.

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A 5 year-old??? That means a car seat in my car right?

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This could be my opportunity to make my biggest impact in the world to date...

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My last audition was more than a month ago.  My last shift at my overnight job was more than 2 months ago.

I'm single.

Just trying to figure out why I still take showers...

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