And by "morning," I mean the time of day at which I woke up, which really wasn't morning at all. It was more like 12:30. Or 1. Nothing to be ashamed of.
So, like I was saying, I got this call. From a woman. In a Vegas area code. Interesting.
"Hello?" I tried to sound like I hadn't just woken up, but that always seems to be an impossible thing to do. Whoever you're talking to can always tell.
She introduced herself as an advisor for this talent agency, called [insertonlinetalentagency name here]. Yeah, I'll just keep it under wraps. For a moment, I had no idea what she was talking about until I remembered, ohh yeah.. duh. I made a profile on that agency's website a few days ago.
Which segues perfectly into a mini-confession I have: I... um... applied for a movie role or two. Just for fun. It's part of that try-everything thing, you know? I've really been using this holiday break to put myself all over the internet! Creating profiles, a blog, etc etc.
Nothing inappropriate!
So, this woman told me that she'd seen the profile that I set up. I was surprised that I'd gotten a call at all because my profile had the bare minimum requirements and I signed up for the free account, which gives you a selection of crappy audition options to choose from. You know, like: do you want to model for a Chevron brochure in which only your left hand will be featured? Oh, yes. Skyrocket to stardom, that one.
But, apparently, according to my advisor-lady, the headshot I submitted of myself had attracted a lot of attention.
Hello, flattery.
She'd matched me to a bunch of different auditions, she'd told me. Over 400.
I was still trying to get out of groggy half-asleep mode.
Did she say 400?
One of the offers was a modeling job that would pay $5,000 dollars, and another was a role in some sci-fi movie that was coming up. The name of the movie? I didn't ask. Probably should've.
But then she started spitting prices at me for a month-subscription to the website. If there's anything I've learned during my childhood, it's that if an audition costs you... run away.
Damn.
Not gonna lie... I had a little voice in my head that for a moment was like, You're Going to Be A Star! Which, psh, yeah I still can be but not this way. This was just supposed to be for fun, I don't want to pay for nuthin'.
I might call back and ask: "Can I just go to the audition for free?"
Because there is no such thing as a stupid question.
Maybe she will admire my courage and strong will!
Or maybe she'll hang up on me.
Either is fine.
In other news, today I spent way too much time sifting through 8 tracks playlists, Pandora, and my iTunes to finish up that sexy-ass playlist for winter. So far, I'm pretty proud of it. It's coming along. Just in case you're one of those impatient, fidgety people who can't wait for anything, here's another taste:
Mmm... tasty.
Other than that, I've been writing my book, my London proposal, and kicking back.
And now, I need to rush off to dinner with my family before they order without me, which they probably already have because that is how my family is. Tough love.
Still trying to get dad to O.K. the par-tay.
Keep you posted.
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