Last night I ventured out to the theatre to see a friend’s show. The play was really good and the audience gathered in the lobby afterward to congratulate the actors…
The lights were low, people were mostly in silhouette, and I had no expectation of seeing anyone I might know. I glanced over to the little bar and I saw a gentleman in a suit drinking a beer. As my eyes adjusted I realized it was my agent. I thought to myself, “Hey, that’s Charles,” so I smiled and made my way closer to him.
I wasn’t sure he recognized me, so I questioned if it was indeed Charles, but I knew he was from my agency so I said, “Hi. Are you Ian?” (Ian is the newest agent at my agency and might not know me out of context).
“No, it’s Charles. Hi Ali,” Charles said giving me a hug.
[color=turquoise]Shit! Insert foot in mouth…and try to dig myself out of the hole.[/color]
“Oh, Charles, I’m so sorry. I knew it was you, but it was dark and it’s so out of context and…and…and…etc, etc.”
Charles was really sweet about it and he proceeded to give me some nice feedback he’d heard from a producer I’d auditioned for recently. We had a really nice chat, but I of course was internally obsessing over the fact that I called my agent by the wrong name!!!
This is one for my memoirs…
What a ditz.
