Note: This post was originally published on September 10th, 2010, the day I booked both CSI: Miami, which I accepted, and Nikita, which I did not. 2011 has been entirely wonderful thus far, but the Fall of last year was easily the most exciting time of my professional life. The decision between the two shows was not made by me, it was made by my agents and manager. Their reasoning was simple: CSI: Miami shoots in Los Angeles and Nikita shoots in Toronto. If I’m not in LA, I can’t audition for other episodic roles. On an off day I auditioned for and booked NCIS: Los Angeles. (Always listen to the people you hire to make difficult decisions for you.) One more story: On the way to the CSI: Miami audition a police officer gave me a ticket for jay-walking. Anyone who lives in Toronto knows that jay-walking is not only accepted, it’s practically encouraged. My reaction to this ticket landed somewhere between incredulous and delighted. I’ll never forget my first day on set… The first official shot of me in an American program involved a truck striking my person and killing me instantly. WHAT A MOMENT!
I started my drive to Hollywood 365 days ago. 364 days, 20(ish) callbacks and 7 screen tests later, two television shows put me on hold. A year to the day, the second phase of this journey begins. Network TV, top of show Guest Star. I’ll let you know when you can watch it. In the irony of ironies, I had to turn the other job down (!) because the dates conflicted. It shot in Toronto… you can’t make this stuff up. In the meantime… I’m having dinner tonight with one of my best friends in the whole fucking world. Before dinner, I’m hitting happy hour at Cabo Cantina. (That was a promise made last September. It’ll be the sweetest $3 Corona ever sipped by a human being.)
God Bless America.