Dave was sitting in his apartment in Seattle when he heard his phone ring. Nonchalantly, he answered. "Hello?"
"Hi, this is Fiona Rembrandt, director of Covergirl advertising. We would love to hire you to be the new face of Covergirl."
"Sorry lady, you have the wrong number" Dave quickly said. It was funny to him how they probably meant to call some celebrity, and they called him on accident, also a celebrity. He laughed before putting down his phone. But then he heard the phone say: "Dave Grohl?"
He picked it back up. "Yes, this is Dave Grohl."
"Oh, well then, I didn't have the wrong number after all!"
" Is this some prank call?"
"No, Dave, we want to hire you. Hire you as the new face of Covergirl Cosmetics."
" Sorry miss, but I really don't think I can do that for you. Sorry and thank you for the opportunity." And he hung up. He didn't know whether to laugh or act confused. That was stupid. Trying not to think about it, he continued to watch tv.
But then a huge thought occurred. This was actually a fantastic opportunity.
1) it was a huge way to say "fuck you society"
2) it would gain a lot of publicity
3) it was a huge joke that people all around could get a laugh out of
4) they'll probably pay really well
5) He had always wanted to know what it's like to get his makeup done
He quickly called back Fiona before it was too late. "Hello, Fiona? When can I start."
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Easy, Breezy, Beautiful, Covergrohl (Dave Grohl)
FanfictionWith Covergirl makeup brand really going downhill, they needed a new spokesmodel. Someone different: perhaps a man. Someone who already had a huge following and fans, and was pretty kickass. DAVE. GROHL.
