A couple of months ago, the casting directors of CSI:NY put out a call for an actor to play the role of a club DJ. They wanted the real thing, somebody who was so chill and such a master scratcher he would read totally real on the show. At that time, before the premiere, the word was "real New York types".
I was then managing, and I instantly knew I had the perfect actor. First of all, he's an actual DJ specializing in raves. Second, he is the hippest man I have ever met in my long life. As I always say about him, if you want cool, when he walks into the room it's like liquid hydrogen. He is in the Grooove.
Actor/DJ/Model/Choreographer Paris Davis
On stage, he is a superb dancer and choreographer. And he is represented by an exclusive talent agency so hip they like to say stuff like "Don't even bother submitting to us to become a client. If we haven't spotted you, you're not hip enough".
I contacted the casting director, and what is called a pre-read was booked for the next day. A pre-read is simply when you have your first audition, and a casting associate reads a bit of your part with you. My guy felt that the minute he walked into the room, the casting person disliked his look. But he did his best.
Now get this. My guy's first name is Paris. He was auditioning for a role called DJ Scratch. One day later, word came out of CSI:NY that they were also looking for an actor to play another DJ whose name was DJ Paris! Well, we thought, what's this? My man must have booked the job, because the writers obviously rewrote the scene. There was supposed to be a fight between these two DJ's, and one was to kill the other. Cool...this was going to be a fight during a DJ contest.
Well, I never got a callback for my guy. He was "passed" on.
And tonight I watched the episode of CSI:NY all this was about.