Their faces lit up when I entered, and they both stood to embrace me. Lana escorted me through the show’s surprisingly spacious living room set into the dining room nook, where Keri and Matthew were waiting for me. “Michael, Keri and Matthew are ready for you.” I hung up with him, and before I had time to process all of this new information, Lana Kim, The Americans’ publicist, was in my face. I will see you tonight when you get home.” I’m going to treat myself to some retail therapy now. “But the doctor said there are a hundred things it could be other than cancer.” I found a quiet area away from where Keri and Matthew were shooting their scene and took Kit’s call. Within seconds, he wrote back, “Just got out. The optimistic part of me fantasized about getting a positive report from Kit and then turning my reunion with Keri into something of a celebration.Īt around two-forty-five, I got tired of waiting. I was praying, purely for selfish reasons, that I’d hear from him before it was time for me to sit down and interview Keri and Matthew. My heart was with Kit and my eyes were on my phone, waiting for some kind of communication from him. I typically loved seeing how the TV sausage got made, but today I was disconnected from the experience. and spent the first ninety minutes observing a scene between Keri and TV hubby Matthew Rhys (who I knew from covering his previous TV series, the ABC drama Brothers & Sisters) in their characters’ living room. I arrived on the Brooklyn soundstage at around 1 p.m. His appointment was at 2 p.m., and much of my time on the Americans set was spent looking at my watch and texting Kit to remind him to call me with a full report the second he left the doctor’s office. I probably should have, because all I could think about on that Wednesday was Kit. Kit was aware of this and therefore instantly vetoed my offer to reschedule it so I could accompany him to his appointment. I was very much looking forward to seeing her on Wednesday. Abrams (aka the guy responsible for my graduation-scene cameo), star Scott Foley (aka the guy who directed my episode and was responsible for leaving me on the cutting-room floor, a decision that has haunted him ever since, mostly because I throw it in his face whenever I see him), and, last but not least, Keri. In the twelve years since Felicity went off the air, I had remained fairly tight with many of the key players, particularly series co-creator J.J. The next day, Monday, Kit reached out to a colorectal specialist referred to him by his primary care physician and made an appointment for Wednesday-the same day I was scheduled to visit the Brooklyn set of The Americans, the FX drama series that starred my aforementioned Felicity crush Keri Russell.
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