Hardly a damn thing.
My non-disclosure agreement with the Fox network prevents me from saying publically all the things I want to say about what’s happening in the world of casting Mr. Personality. Let’s just say there are some front-runners from Georgia and I am way the happy gal.
Beyond that, I got a whole lotta nothing. I’m working 14-16 hour days, seven days a week, and we start shooting in ten days. So, I should be retired from this li’l job soon and ready to decompress at least a little bit.
‘Til then, my favorite Hotlanta candidate swore he’d bring me a Chick-fil-A and then called the casting office to say he wouldn’t be able to do so. That right there should get him cut from any callback list. Tee hee.
Thinking we may go visit the boys tomorrow at the hotel where callbacks are taking place… just to say hey. We’ll see.
Meanwhile… having a blast, glad the thing will be cast soon, and ready to go back to my life of working for myself. For now. But MAN… the offers are dayum enticing.