My first call was like most of my calls. Serviceable. Told Tom that The Mountain Goats were singing his praises on stage. Tom liked that, but the conversation didn't really go anywhere. Not a home run, not a total strike out. A walk, maybe.
But I think it was like my fourth call and I had started building a nice, friendly rapport with Tom. Then I said something that made no sense without more explanation - plus I was clearly trying too hard to be funny - and he said "What?" in that high-pitched "what's wrong with you" kind of way, followed by "You flamed out." Then he ended the call quietly. It was worse than a GOMP.
I walked around for an entire week like Kate Beckinsale had broken up with me. It was a true low point.
But to those of you who are new to calling. Do not despair. Look at the arcs of Julie, Steve in North Hollywood, and countless others who used to be GOMP fodder and are now preferred callers. And I myself, and my littler way, also experienced redemption. I pulled myself out of the "flamed out" wreck and got my fan fiction read on the air by Tommy Tornado himself. And who knows? Next week, I will probably get heaved ho and start at square one again.