Big Brother auditions part 6 - what happened?
So it was time for us to move onto the main area where every single one of us would be judged by whatever it is they were hunting for, I've never felt like such a whore in my life I mean I was just standing there doing my "thang" will in the back of my mind I was saying "pick me dammit, you know it makes sense".
So first thing was first, we were asked if any of us would be willing to lie down. Within a milisecond a guy walked forward, he was told to fall down in any position...and he did so.
As a group we were to go from person to person telling him to move one body part at a time, the goal was to gradually get him back to his feet with the minimal amount of moves possible.
So we did that, it didn't last too long.
Next task, we were to go into pairs and we were to get to know each other within a 2 minute timeframe. We would then tell the others what we learned about that person and vice versa.
So I look around for some poor bastard to put up with me, then I hear:
"hiya"
I turn round and there was that picture perfect woman/girl/chick I was talking about in the pervious entry, with a leg melting Irish accent (which I don't usually go for).
"do you want to pair up?"
I was like "rock and roll".
So we walked away a bit where it was quieter (by a tiny bit). I find out that her name is Mick(ey), she was from Ireland and she was 19.
She asks me some things, though she was like "what to I ask?" but I eventually asked her if she's going to college or anything like that.
She straight out tells me that she ran away from home when she was 17 and was there to meet new people, she asks whether I had a girlfriend...and this is where I think I dropped the ball. I said "no" (which is true) it wasn't till later when somebody told me that I should've been like "How you doin'?" (Friends and Joey fans will get that), or at least have seen if she was single or not.
I dropped the ball again when she asks me where I go when I go out.
Ok, I've been a border line hermit this year but for fucks sake I could've slyly asked her where she goes and what not. So as you can gather I was so not on the ball that the ball was a dot in the distance. Hell when the time was up my initial thought was "that could've went better on my end".
Anyway, so the time ran out for this little task and we all went up in our pairs to try and sell each other as much as possible. We were last and we went up and did our thing, it went as well as it could've to be honest. Though I did think of some other stuff I could've plugged in when we were done.
Next up we were told to line up as the two "judges" pulled out an envelope, she told us that there would be some form of description on a piece of card.
The description was "intimidating".
We were then to put ourselves in order with regards to how intimidating we think we are. I ended up going right at the bottom, so in this case I was the least intimidating (I was standing with the "heavy" gay guy...again). When we were done doing that, I was pulled out of the line to give my thoughts on the final order we decided on and I was asked to give my honest opinion. There were two random guys in the group that were pretty tall looking (might've been due to the boots they were wearing) and I mentioned I might've put those two guys nearer the top (going strictly on first impressions). They laughed (in a good way) and seemed somewhat complimented on what I just said, one of the guys said pretty much the same thing about me and also the fact that I was rocking my goatee (had a good shave the night before, so that's all that was there).
So I went back into line and we were given another card/description.
This time we were to judge how "weird" we were.
I've went through a lot of my life (not so much recently) being told I was weird by other people due to my interests and the way I dressed. So with that there was little hesitation in putting me at the top, as soon as I know it the "heavy" gay guy is standing next to me...again!.
After that we were told we could take a brief break to talk amongst ourselves as the two "judges" walked away a bit and started chatting. To be honest I didn't know what the hell was going on at this stage, it was me, the "heavy" gay guy, the "picture perfect" chick and one or two other people standing. We eventually joined a circle as the others wanted to play a random game, then someone suggested we all sing a song...which eventually ended up being "Don't Stop Me Now" (or whatever the song is called) by Queen (it's recently been used in some TV adverts and the movie Shaun of The Dead).
To be honest I only knew about 1 or 2 lines from it, so I was somewhat lost as I randomly mouthed some words through out the rest of the song.
Moments later we were then asked to line up again, there was this kind of "this is it" kind of vibe in the air.
We were thanked for taking the time to come to the auditions, we were told that not all of us would be picked. We were asked to extent one of our arms, the people getting through to the next stage were given a stamp on the hand.
Did I get a stamp?
Did I get through to the next stage?
...no...
So that was it, only three people out of the many in our group (probably about 15 give or take). The "picture perfect" chick never made it, either did the "heavy" gay guy, so I grabbed my jacket pulled it on and looked about.
Have you ever had one of those realisations that hits you right on the spot?
I realised nothing would've happened with that "picture perfect" chick, but for fuck sake man ...I'll never know for definite and that's the kind of bullshit that eats me up more than anything. I'd rather be told to burn in hell than not know something and that's the honest truth.
Anyway, there were a lot of people leaving now and I lost her in the crowd and I left with a big "?" hanging over my head.
I have been to the SECC on 5 different occasions, each one of those times the arena was packed in literally every area. This time it was really quiet in comparison, so I had a slow walk out of the building as I took everything in and reflected on the morning that was and could've been.
After buying a drink and making a phone call, my dad was waiting for me outside (to take me home). I still didn't rush though, I'm one of those guys that likes to take everything in and I was doing that to the upmost, I even wandered into an onsite newsagent as I was using this as a sort of "clear my head" time.
I eventually made my way out and I was gone after a few minutes.
The night before I clocked in something like 5 hours of sleep (I usually need at least 7), however something weird happened on the way home. I felt completely energised, I was bummed out a bit about the "picture perfect" chick but I was completely amped up. It was like that morning gave me a shot of life or something, it's hard to explain.
But it was something I have only felt like 3 times since 2004.
Looking back on it (which is why I've been doing these overly long entries) it was a great morning and it was a good laugh. Would I go back and do it again? yeah, I definitely would.
Do I have a few things I would've done differently?
Yeah, the "picture perfect" chick is out of my life like a bat out of hell but at least I met her. I would've been more "on the ball" the entire morning and would definitely made sure that the "heavy" gay guy would've been to the other side of me or something during the games we played so I would've had more time with her.
I mean I got the idea to do this around the middle of last year. I went and did it though, it's better than having one big regret by not doing it.
The End
So first thing was first, we were asked if any of us would be willing to lie down. Within a milisecond a guy walked forward, he was told to fall down in any position...and he did so.
As a group we were to go from person to person telling him to move one body part at a time, the goal was to gradually get him back to his feet with the minimal amount of moves possible.
So we did that, it didn't last too long.
Next task, we were to go into pairs and we were to get to know each other within a 2 minute timeframe. We would then tell the others what we learned about that person and vice versa.
So I look around for some poor bastard to put up with me, then I hear:
"hiya"
I turn round and there was that picture perfect woman/girl/chick I was talking about in the pervious entry, with a leg melting Irish accent (which I don't usually go for).
"do you want to pair up?"
I was like "rock and roll".
So we walked away a bit where it was quieter (by a tiny bit). I find out that her name is Mick(ey), she was from Ireland and she was 19.
She asks me some things, though she was like "what to I ask?" but I eventually asked her if she's going to college or anything like that.
She straight out tells me that she ran away from home when she was 17 and was there to meet new people, she asks whether I had a girlfriend...and this is where I think I dropped the ball. I said "no" (which is true) it wasn't till later when somebody told me that I should've been like "How you doin'?" (Friends and Joey fans will get that), or at least have seen if she was single or not.
I dropped the ball again when she asks me where I go when I go out.
Ok, I've been a border line hermit this year but for fucks sake I could've slyly asked her where she goes and what not. So as you can gather I was so not on the ball that the ball was a dot in the distance. Hell when the time was up my initial thought was "that could've went better on my end".
Anyway, so the time ran out for this little task and we all went up in our pairs to try and sell each other as much as possible. We were last and we went up and did our thing, it went as well as it could've to be honest. Though I did think of some other stuff I could've plugged in when we were done.
Next up we were told to line up as the two "judges" pulled out an envelope, she told us that there would be some form of description on a piece of card.
The description was "intimidating".
We were then to put ourselves in order with regards to how intimidating we think we are. I ended up going right at the bottom, so in this case I was the least intimidating (I was standing with the "heavy" gay guy...again). When we were done doing that, I was pulled out of the line to give my thoughts on the final order we decided on and I was asked to give my honest opinion. There were two random guys in the group that were pretty tall looking (might've been due to the boots they were wearing) and I mentioned I might've put those two guys nearer the top (going strictly on first impressions). They laughed (in a good way) and seemed somewhat complimented on what I just said, one of the guys said pretty much the same thing about me and also the fact that I was rocking my goatee (had a good shave the night before, so that's all that was there).
So I went back into line and we were given another card/description.
This time we were to judge how "weird" we were.
I've went through a lot of my life (not so much recently) being told I was weird by other people due to my interests and the way I dressed. So with that there was little hesitation in putting me at the top, as soon as I know it the "heavy" gay guy is standing next to me...again!.
After that we were told we could take a brief break to talk amongst ourselves as the two "judges" walked away a bit and started chatting. To be honest I didn't know what the hell was going on at this stage, it was me, the "heavy" gay guy, the "picture perfect" chick and one or two other people standing. We eventually joined a circle as the others wanted to play a random game, then someone suggested we all sing a song...which eventually ended up being "Don't Stop Me Now" (or whatever the song is called) by Queen (it's recently been used in some TV adverts and the movie Shaun of The Dead).
To be honest I only knew about 1 or 2 lines from it, so I was somewhat lost as I randomly mouthed some words through out the rest of the song.
Moments later we were then asked to line up again, there was this kind of "this is it" kind of vibe in the air.
We were thanked for taking the time to come to the auditions, we were told that not all of us would be picked. We were asked to extent one of our arms, the people getting through to the next stage were given a stamp on the hand.
Did I get a stamp?
Did I get through to the next stage?
...no...
So that was it, only three people out of the many in our group (probably about 15 give or take). The "picture perfect" chick never made it, either did the "heavy" gay guy, so I grabbed my jacket pulled it on and looked about.
Have you ever had one of those realisations that hits you right on the spot?
I realised nothing would've happened with that "picture perfect" chick, but for fuck sake man ...I'll never know for definite and that's the kind of bullshit that eats me up more than anything. I'd rather be told to burn in hell than not know something and that's the honest truth.
Anyway, there were a lot of people leaving now and I lost her in the crowd and I left with a big "?" hanging over my head.
I have been to the SECC on 5 different occasions, each one of those times the arena was packed in literally every area. This time it was really quiet in comparison, so I had a slow walk out of the building as I took everything in and reflected on the morning that was and could've been.
After buying a drink and making a phone call, my dad was waiting for me outside (to take me home). I still didn't rush though, I'm one of those guys that likes to take everything in and I was doing that to the upmost, I even wandered into an onsite newsagent as I was using this as a sort of "clear my head" time.
I eventually made my way out and I was gone after a few minutes.
The night before I clocked in something like 5 hours of sleep (I usually need at least 7), however something weird happened on the way home. I felt completely energised, I was bummed out a bit about the "picture perfect" chick but I was completely amped up. It was like that morning gave me a shot of life or something, it's hard to explain.
But it was something I have only felt like 3 times since 2004.
Looking back on it (which is why I've been doing these overly long entries) it was a great morning and it was a good laugh. Would I go back and do it again? yeah, I definitely would.
Do I have a few things I would've done differently?
Yeah, the "picture perfect" chick is out of my life like a bat out of hell but at least I met her. I would've been more "on the ball" the entire morning and would definitely made sure that the "heavy" gay guy would've been to the other side of me or something during the games we played so I would've had more time with her.
I mean I got the idea to do this around the middle of last year. I went and did it though, it's better than having one big regret by not doing it.
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