In the summer of 1983, I had just arrived in Hollywood. I quickly got a gig performing music at the Hotel Roosevelt's 'Cinegrille' weekend showcases. The hotel's entertainment department director was a man named Skip E. Lowe. He was a colorful character - and considered a bit eccentric in Hollywood circles. One evening, while I was roaming the halls with a comedian friend of mine, Mr. Lowe approached us. He claimed that 'his friend', Mz. Valerie Bertinelli - was filming a made-for-television movie and asked if we would be interested in being hired for 'bit parts' in a 'casino' scene. I clearly remember looking over at my friend, then back at 'Skippy.' Simultaneously, we both responded 'Absolutely!'