(CHRIS)

I toss another script on top of a pile on the table and watch as the stack slowly tilts to the right. If I add one more I'm going to wind up with a mess on the floor but it doesn't really matter. They're all going to wind up in the same place anyway and thats the trash can.

I can't believe what a pile of crap Simon shipped out here. There isn't a single role I'd even consider trying out for and that's just depressing. But then again maybe I've just been spoiled by the roles I have taken. The movie I did in Winnipeg last summer with Kate Hudson is in post production but it will be coming out in time for the summer season. There's talk we'll be going back to Winnipeg for the premiere but the studio still hasn't decided.

In the meantime I need to decide on a new project. I close my eyes and wonder if someone asked me which project I've done in the past few years was the most fun, what would I say? Working on The Secret Garden was something different and I really did enjoy the experience. But singing that much was hard on the voice and there's the time committment to think about as well. If I take something now I'll be in rehearsals in New York while the kids are still in school. I've been through this with Morgan before and I know there's no way she'll take Connor and Lily out of school here and enroll them somewhere in New York. Things are reasonable between Joe and me right now and I don't want to do something to get into his bad books either.

Maybe I should look through the pile of scripts again. Maybe there's a small role I could take. Something that wouldn't keep me away from home for very long. I start to grin at that, listen to me. Years ago I would have jumped at the role that would keep me away the longest, now I hate the idea of being gone more than a couple nights.

My gaze falls on a picture of Morgan and the kids sitting on the mantle. Years ago I would have said there was no way I'd be settling down with one woman and a family.

Am I ever glad things change.