SYWTBTNNT Audition; New York, Tuesday [ 05/26 ].
Several crates of ramen cups and a few odd jobs here and there had Chad deciding that he was going to go ahead and do something that might be a little crazy, but it wasn't like it would hurt. That morning, he headed down to an audition for the open casting for this season's So You Want to be the Nation's Next Top Model...
They were herded into the conference center like cattle. Tall, beautiful, occasional charmingly awkward cattle, given a number (Chad's was 10034005600356...he thought. He might be off a digit or two), and then they stood around for hours before they were marched in front of a panel of people (none of them the celebrity judges from the show yet), and then stood around for a few more hours. Chad wished he brought he guitar, although maybe it was a good thing he didn't. He did have to step in and stop a bitchfight that sparked up between two girls over whether or not the other one was an anorexic bitch in a weave and if the other one was just a bitch, which he settled pretty easily by picking them both up and putting them in separate corners of the room (which a lot of people seemed kind of impressed about but they weighed, like, next to nothing).
And then they stood around for another few hours, but at least Chad had managed to get into a conversation with some girl who didn't look like she really belong there about the finer nuances of the punk rock music movement, and that really helped move the time, and, before he knew it, they were calling out numbers for people who could come to the call back auditions.
Chad actually thought at first that he wasn't called, but it turns out his number was 10034005600357, not 10034005600256.
Awesome.
[[ establishy, yay! But open to phone calls and OOC! And yes, this is a new thumbs up icon *thumbs up* ]]
They were herded into the conference center like cattle. Tall, beautiful, occasional charmingly awkward cattle, given a number (Chad's was 10034005600356...he thought. He might be off a digit or two), and then they stood around for hours before they were marched in front of a panel of people (none of them the celebrity judges from the show yet), and then stood around for a few more hours. Chad wished he brought he guitar, although maybe it was a good thing he didn't. He did have to step in and stop a bitchfight that sparked up between two girls over whether or not the other one was an anorexic bitch in a weave and if the other one was just a bitch, which he settled pretty easily by picking them both up and putting them in separate corners of the room (which a lot of people seemed kind of impressed about but they weighed, like, next to nothing).
And then they stood around for another few hours, but at least Chad had managed to get into a conversation with some girl who didn't look like she really belong there about the finer nuances of the punk rock music movement, and that really helped move the time, and, before he knew it, they were calling out numbers for people who could come to the call back auditions.
Chad actually thought at first that he wasn't called, but it turns out his number was 10034005600357, not 10034005600256.
Awesome.
[[ establishy, yay! But open to phone calls and OOC! And yes, this is a new thumbs up icon *thumbs up* ]]