Dodging a serious bullet (or, more aptly, Blackberry)
Remember the show I was a finalist for that Mtv ultimately decided to "delay production indefinitely" due to unknown complications? Well, I think that casting dilemma saved my life. Danielle used to joke that the celebrity I'd be assisting was Paris Hilton, and since she was sentenced to an (as of then) indefinite period of jailtime/house arrest the show had to be postponed. Well, it turns out the celebrity would've been 1,000 times worse. I can deal with hearing someone repeat "That's hot" 4,894 times an hour and scouring stores for fluffy, pink frou-frou outfits for Tinkerbell and Paris's endless menagerie of animals that double as accessories, but dealing with a Blackberry to the head and other physical torment? I don't think so.
It turns out that Mtv was looking for someone to work 24/7 with Naomi Campbell. Here's an article on the inside scoop.
Part of me used to worry that my wishy-washy interview (their questions totally threw me off guard! I mean, I couldn't lie and say I was completely willing to forego my college education to dedicate my life to being some celeb's latte fetcher.) caused me to lose a spot and that production decided to spare me the "Umm, you like, sucked at your final interview, so umm, No" in favor of the horrible "We haven't finalized our casting selection yet, because, well, Mtv has decided to delay production ... indefinitely." I was sure I'd see the show on TV one day and get annoyed that they never had the guts to tell me either way, but now I don't feel so bad about missing out.
Yes, going to the UK for free would've been awesome, and yes, it does suck that I spent a month's rent expediting a passport I may never use (at least I have no current plans too -- ah the joys of being broke due to said passport expenses). But at least I wouldn't have to spend that time with the runway's fiercest temper. (I think I'd fire myself from the show within the first episode.)
Craziness!
It turns out that Mtv was looking for someone to work 24/7 with Naomi Campbell. Here's an article on the inside scoop.
Part of me used to worry that my wishy-washy interview (their questions totally threw me off guard! I mean, I couldn't lie and say I was completely willing to forego my college education to dedicate my life to being some celeb's latte fetcher.) caused me to lose a spot and that production decided to spare me the "Umm, you like, sucked at your final interview, so umm, No" in favor of the horrible "We haven't finalized our casting selection yet, because, well, Mtv has decided to delay production ... indefinitely." I was sure I'd see the show on TV one day and get annoyed that they never had the guts to tell me either way, but now I don't feel so bad about missing out.
Yes, going to the UK for free would've been awesome, and yes, it does suck that I spent a month's rent expediting a passport I may never use (at least I have no current plans too -- ah the joys of being broke due to said passport expenses). But at least I wouldn't have to spend that time with the runway's fiercest temper. (I think I'd fire myself from the show within the first episode.)
Craziness!