Gillis said: “Two o’clock to-morrow, Carlin. We have an open spot that must be filled in a hurry.”
A sustaining show that would pay no salary. And yet Joe walked out going hot and cold by turns. His first call from a station since the I Want Work platter. True, one of the smallest stations in the city, but a call. Now, if there was something at FKIP.... Not wanting to miss Dennis again he called from a booth in the lower hall.
“Joe,” said John Dennis, “I have a part I want to hear you read.”
Joe’s hand was hot on the receiver. “To-day?”
“To-morrow at two.”
Joe sighed. “I’m auditioning at two to-morrow.” He came out of the booth. What should he have done, called off the FWWO audition and gone over to the more important FKIP? Or did you cancel once you’d told a station you’d be in?
Saturday he was at FWWO at a quarter to two. The Munson time had shrunk to two days. There were four people in Gillis’ office, three actresses and an actor. Joe had met them all, on and off, at Wylie’s during the summer.
The clock moved around to 2:30. Gillis did not appear.
“Is this another FWWO over-ripe tangerine?” a voice asked.
At three o’clock Gillis walked into the office. “Sorry,” he said gruffly. “I had an idea for a swell show.”