Ok, so ...a few weeks ago I went to a casting call for a friend. The idea was to talk about how a makeover for my friend would be great because of this, that and the other...yada, yada, yada.
I spent part of the morning doing my makeup and getting my outfit together. There's a part of me that really rebels against anything that weighs or measures your worth by the way you look. Yes I know that's a bit overboard, but you get what I'm saying. I didn't want how "dazzling" (or lack there of) I looked to be the determining factor in whether my friend got the makeover. It was clear that this was my audition for the producers. I really wanted my friend to get the gig.
So, I slapped on some fresh threads and bounced. And yes people...I was fly.
I walked in nicely dressed and adorned with beautiful "I suffer for fashion" shoes. Yet, draped over my arm was another dress. (I wanted to be prepared in case the color I had on didn't work.)
The casting assistant looked at me and said, "Is that the only dress you brought?
" [
In the back of my mind I could hear my confident self repeating, "You look fly!" ...]
Or ...so... I ...thought.
Dont get me wrong. I wasn't looking for praise. The woman just seemed vacant. I'm not the stereotypical Hollywood gal - I'm a Midwest foodie who likes an occasional carb and doesn't consider having a big butt an insult. I have curves. I love them. Enough said.
Not sure if she was expecting a certain "type," or if I just walked in with a chip on my shoulder. Either way, after our greeting I thought (and answered her) to myself, "I'm
already dressed."
[inside my head -
@%&$#!$@! ACKNOWLEDGE THAT I'M LOOKING FLY RIGHT NOW! Geeze... (LOL) ]
Seriously, all that mattered was that I was comfortable and felt (and looked) beautiful. So, I looked at her and politely said, "I brought this dress in case the color I have on didn't work." She left the room, came back and said, "Ok, have a seat." I waited a few minutes, instructions were given and soon we were taping.
She asked several questions. Eventually she asked, "Can you name something that your friend has that you'd like to get rid of?"
On the spot and in flash, I described a sort of lime-green, fuchsia halter top. My quote exactly?
"If I had a match, I'd set that thing a fire
now!" [Did I have to be so dramatic?]
Well...what I didn't realize immediately was the interviewer, the "is that the only dress you brought" chic ...was wearing those exact colors.
Ouch.
Well ...I didn't mean to insult her. Hell, who knew my immediate short-term memory coupled with my "b*tch I'll get you for not acknowledging I"m sharp" persona would take over.
No, really ... there was no pun intended. I really couldn't think of anything my friend had that I wanted to get rid of so I named something she has THAT I REALLY LIKE!
guess that didnt work...
Mickey
