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So I drove Yvette around so that she can get warm clothes for her trip to Europe. We took a new route home, driving up Laurel Canyon. Nice and curvy. Perfect for talking on the cell phone. I usually ignore phone calls from phone numbers I don't know, and who knows why I chose to answer the phone just then, but I did. I answered.
"Hi Melissa, this is Todd Masters. Stephanie Williams gave me your number..."
HOLY FUCKING SHIT! DID YOU JUST SAY TODD FUCKING MASTERS? No really... who is this? Are you kidding me? Wait why are you calling me. As I listened to to him speak, not concentrate on the road, look over at Yvette to see if she could see my astonishment (which she wasn't even paying attention), and wonder why the Hell Todd Masters was calling me (I've hardly worked, no one knows me/my name, and I'm just a few weeks out of school) I got shivers all over and started to tear up. I'm not ready for phone calls like this. Not from people who I ever so desire to work under someday, and for my most favorite television show EVER, Six Feet Under. So it turns out he preparing for his annual Halloween party. The very party I've heard so many stories about. The very party which is by invite only and all the top make-up artist attend to every year. Awww.... I feel just like Cinderella. It turns out just as she had mentioned, he a good friend of Stephanie's (she worked on the first season of 6 Ft.), and she gave him my number because he needed assistance setting up for the party on Friday afternoon and Saturday and that I'd get to stay for the party. Naturally I agreed to whatever he wanted me to do because I have a completely free schedule (LIES), and he told me he'd have someone call me back later this week. Turns out this is the first year he's opening it up to the public, but if you wanna go it's like 20 bones to get in. You should come. Gotham Hall, this Saturday.
"Hi Melissa, this is Todd Masters. Stephanie Williams gave me your number..."
HOLY FUCKING SHIT! DID YOU JUST SAY TODD FUCKING MASTERS? No really... who is this? Are you kidding me? Wait why are you calling me. As I listened to to him speak, not concentrate on the road, look over at Yvette to see if she could see my astonishment (which she wasn't even paying attention), and wonder why the Hell Todd Masters was calling me (I've hardly worked, no one knows me/my name, and I'm just a few weeks out of school) I got shivers all over and started to tear up. I'm not ready for phone calls like this. Not from people who I ever so desire to work under someday, and for my most favorite television show EVER, Six Feet Under. So it turns out he preparing for his annual Halloween party. The very party I've heard so many stories about. The very party which is by invite only and all the top make-up artist attend to every year. Awww.... I feel just like Cinderella. It turns out just as she had mentioned, he a good friend of Stephanie's (she worked on the first season of 6 Ft.), and she gave him my number because he needed assistance setting up for the party on Friday afternoon and Saturday and that I'd get to stay for the party. Naturally I agreed to whatever he wanted me to do because I have a completely free schedule (LIES), and he told me he'd have someone call me back later this week. Turns out this is the first year he's opening it up to the public, but if you wanna go it's like 20 bones to get in. You should come. Gotham Hall, this Saturday.