The other day I got a call from my agent. "Alistair. Can you be down on Wilshire in an hour?" "Yes!" I lunged, realizing I'm at least that from the address. But, hey, when you get a last minute audition you just go! "Should I send the sides to your phone?" "No," I said. "To my computer. I can print them out." So, for the next four minutes I raced around the house changing my pants, grabbing my shoes, slipping on an audition shirt, re-checking my email, printing the sides and