Beat It (Beat It), Beat It (Beat It)
Ok, so I got a new phone. Ok, not really new, just the same one, but only, it actually works now. My phone has no service for two days straight and even for two months before that, I'd have seriously, ONE ten minute phone call, and it die! So I took it in! The guy said my phone was malfunctioning so bad that the battery pack was basically killing itself trying to make the stupid ass phone work! But now, all is dandy!
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Omg, ok, so last Thursday, as I was waiting at CSUN to perform with my fellow team mates at the half time show for the basketball game, I'm checking my messages. My phone wasn't working, and I had like 6 new voice messages! I start listening, one's from mother, two's from Katy, one from Kristi asking where I was because I was little late to practice, and one from I forget, but one of them...was from DDO Artist Agency!!
Exact dialogue as follows:
"Hey Matt, this is Steve, here at DDO, and we wanted to let you know that we want to represent you, so give us a call back, the number here at the office is..."
..........DDO WANTS TO SIGN!!! I'm shitting myself. I'm going to have a fucking dance agent!! And not just any dance agent, but DDO, like, the top three dance agencies in L.A. are Bloc, Clear Talent, and DDO. Like... o, my fucking, god. Honestly, in the entertainment industry, you get no where without an agent. All "real auditions" go through agencies, any music video gigs, any tour gigs, anything professional, goes through an agency. They're closed to the public (meaning people without representation) And now... I'm going to be able to go to these auditions and actually fight for a job next to these amazing dancers I've been watching and admiring ever since the "I'm a Slave 4 U" video hit TRL. Like... wow. This just opened up so many more doors...
But ok, so DDO isn't just a dance agency. They have different departments, and one of the deparments happens to be dance/ choreography. But also, they have a Commercial Department, a Theater Department, and a Print Department (Modeling). So when I sign with DDO for the dance department, I'm going to be like, "You know, I'm also interested in theater and commecials... and maybe finally, I can fulfill my dream of being a hand model...!! Lol, like, as crazy as this sounds, it's all with in reach now. I just have to know how to approach and assess my surroundings and hopefully... this'll be the start of a very good career.
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Ok, so Josh's cousin David works for this ad agency called Shiat Day. Shiat Day does all the commercials for Apple, PlayStation, bitches even do the advertisement for Mapquest! So, this year, from THE advertising magazine (I forget the name), Shiat Day was named best agency of the year, awarding their president, Robert LaPlai, with Leader of the Year. So, instead of having a boring old speech after speech about his life type of ceremony, it was decided by Adam and Matt (the two guys from Shiat Day running the whole evening event) that they wanted a musical type feel. David, knowing his cousin Josh works with performers at Birmingham, then asked Josh if they'd be interested in doing the show. Josh instantly said they would love to and Adam and Matt totally went for it.
There was this day at Birmingham where everyone was showing stuff to the ad people and beforehand, when Josh first knew about the project, he had me in mind to choreograph. So I instantly jumped at the oppurtunity! And then we asked Rachel to be apart of it as well which I'm uberly excited about because I haven't worked on anything with her since fucking Hello, Dolly!!! Ugh... anyway, Adam and Matt and me had our meeting to go over the script and can I tell you? This production is going to be amazing. We went over everything and then I had a meeting after Hip Hop practice with Rachel at my house where I told her about the meeting she missed. It was good times. All Rachel and me kept saying is, "This is going to be sick-ning." (Only Mana will appreciate the spelling of that)
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Ok, so back to that Basketball halftime show thingy. I thought we were going to be taped but it was more like the-game-gets-taped-and-while-we-go-to-commercial-we-show-the-hip-hop-team-going-to-their-marks type of thing. Yeah. Not to mention half way through the guy dance the music just fucking cuts off. Like, my iTunes didn't brun the cd fully/properly and the bitch just stopped playing... all you hear over the fucking speakers is, "...Thank you Csun Hip Hop Team..." Like, wow booch. It was cool though.
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But Hip Hop practice was a fucking riot tonight!! We had sooo much fun! Like, I don't even understand it. Last night, Jason and me made up a dance to "Hollerback Girl" by Gwen Stefani, and it's the to the bridge part, "This shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S, again! This shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S!" I love it, it's so funny! On "this shit" we mimic like we're pulling shit out of our asses and them we smell it!! Then lightly toss it away. Tis' bliss. But omg, ok, so it's a very.... cunty dance. Like, I was telling the team, "C'mon, guys, just give my cunty! I want you to be a big ass vagina..." And they all just looked at it like, "......" But anyway, so Jason IS giving my cunty and I think a little too much... and completely trips on his ass! Like, not a light faint, no, but his ass just went down. And we got that shit on tape too! Lol. LOVE my hip hop team. Omg, and our ending! I had to re-cut the music to ass "Hollerback Girl" in there, but when I re-cut, I forgot to add the imfamous explosion at the end of it. (The same fucking explosion everyone everywjere in the universe dancing uses...), so like, the music just stops. Anyway, long story short, the song goes, "This beat is" and it just cuts out, and we all pose and snap. And just hold it. Like, and we keep holding it... yeah, still holding it. Just living in it. Just fucking marinating in it. And then Jason does the fucking Michael Jackson thing where he opens his arms real wide and yells, except Jason doesn't yell, and we all just point to the left and walk off like, "Bitch...". It's great.
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So... Phillip and I broke up. Yeah... Over it.
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For the sake of not sounding like an asshole, IF you don't know the story, bitch, read the last journal entry. It explains.
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So I need new headshots. And I'm thinking of going to this guy named Mike Quain. I'm torn. I LOVE half of his work and I utterly HATE the other half. I don't know. Bobbie Newberry shot with him:
Bobbie Newberry
And so did Kristi and Rachel:
Kristi Moniz
Rachel Kay
Bobbie's is just sex, Kristi (I saw her whole roll, that shot is totally not one of her best...bitch is gorgeous in the other ones) is ok, and Rachel's is hooch. And nothing more. She's gorgeous, but imagine me in that same outfit and position. I mean, I wouldn't be totally against the idea, but... (lol).
I don't know.
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Maria was totally fixing her shirt last night and failed in covering her areola. It was like the neigherbor from Home Improvment looking into Tim Allen's backyard.
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Mana, Carly and myself hung out briefly. Had a photo shoot again in which Carly refused to be infront of the camera, AGAIN. But she promised next time she'd partake in it and I guess I'm simply writting it here to hold her to it...
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I absolutley LOVE "Breathe No More [Live]" by Evanescence... I think it's my favorite song by them, ever.
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Every McDonald's needs Eric Brown at the first window. He was giving them gay, giving them un-fly pimp, giving them even the foreign exchange student, like... it was hilarious. I also got a free 10 peice chicken mcnuggets meal out of it.... in which I ended up staining the floor of my car with mustard...I think that was two days ago...and I still haven't actually washed it out with the carpet thing, I just sort of whiped it with a napkin. No, it wasn't a wet one either. My car hints of must. Ard.
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Who the fuck came up with the name "Mustard"? It's random. It's musty but... like retarded.
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Christina just tried to pick a fight with my keyboard. She told it to "take a step back". Kind of like the time Oscar tried to pick a fight with my foot. I miss him.
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I think we're at the point in my LJ entry where is obvious that I'm simply just trying to take up space on your friend's list...
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I don't care.
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I'm done.