Experiencing an ‘All My Children’ wedding

And he blows it...
Kane and Montgomery share a long kiss. The actors are sent away and the director sends in a camera operator to capture close-ups of the paparazzi. Castro and I run through our scene again — and it happens.

I forget my line.

It’s a combination of not being able to hear Castro because of all the “Erica!” howls, and nerves from the camera lens being right in front of my face. I eventually get it right and we’re wrapped.

I kiss Castro — on the cheek, natch — goodbye and tell her I hope to work with her again soon. My blunder weighs heavy on my mind for the rest of the afternoon. This is no way to start my soap career. So I do what any self-respecting soap star would do. I go to the resort’s spa for a stone massage.

When I arrive back in New York, I call up LaLucci as quick as I can because, you know, we’re co-stars.

“How did I do?” I query.

“I thought you were very effective as Paparazzo No. 2,” she coos.

“But Susan,” I reply. “I’m a journalist.”