Callback: Cars.com @ Cathi Carlton

So, here's a story. Friday, I found out I got a callback for cars.com Monday morning at 11am. Last night, while getting my daughter out of the car, I felt a little twinge in my back. Not a major pull or anything, just a tweak. I was "aware" of it before going to bed, but no pain or stiffness really. This morning, when I awoke, I could not move without pain. I could not roll over. I could not get out of bed. I originally hurt my back playing basketball in high school. When I got home after practice, I made the mistake of lying on the floor for a few minutes and the same thing happened. Couldn't get off the floor. My mom was the only one home at the time and she couldn't help me either. It was terrible, and this morning was the remix.

At some point, I just had to bite the bullet and get up. The pain was unbelievable. I tried to walk a little and must've looked like I was 110 years old. It was ridiculous. I downed some ibuprofen and started icing a little. The pain was so sudden and stabbing that it took my breath away. There was no masking it. Then, it was decision time. How could I possibly drive down to Santa Monica and get through a callback that might involved playing with a kid?

I was close to bailing out, but I had this idea in my head that I was really right for the role and that this is exactly the kind of situation that would surround a booking. So, I went. I sat on an ice pack all the way to Santa Monica. The ride itself wasn't so bad, but it took me a couple of minutes to get out of the car. I had to park about two blocks away, but I thought that would give me time to get moving again. I also got there early to allow a bit of time to just keep moving. Despite being the first one there, I didn't sign in. I just paced around a bit.

When I felt the back was as good as it was going to get, I signed in and got the scoop. They had cut one of the bits that involved leaning over, thank goodness! All I had to do was kneel down and stay there until the scene was done...no real range of motion required. Someone was looking out for me. I went in, did the slate, got on my knee, and did the scene twice from that position. When I was done, I turned my face away from everyone and got up. Whew.

So now, lots of ice packs and ibuprofen. I have to sit out my improv show tonight too, which stinks, but I don't want to make it worse.
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