Checking It Twice

It could have been a disaster.

My first gig in Toronto - voice over work - simple, little prep, only needed for two hours, maybe less  - 1:30 to 3:30 - easy!

It's almost 12:30 and I get a phone call from my agent.  I think it still has to do with the contract negotiations. It's doesn't.

"Are you ok? Where are you? Are you at the studio?"

No, of course not, I'm just leaving now.

It seems my recording time was from 11:30 to 1:30...  I curse.  A lot.  Then I apologize.  A lot.  I get a call on the other line.  It's the studio.

"So, how much time do you need to get here?"

I run into the kitchen where my current roommate is peeling potatoes.


The potatoes become an afterthought as he grabs his keys.

I'll be there in about 30 minutes!


I get there.  It's all good.  There were two girls to see ahead of me so no harm no foul.  I'm reassured profusely that it's alright.

The recording goes incredibly well.  I'm thrilled.

But this situation?  Will not happen again!