Note: I am sending all of my love and prayers to those who have been affected by the tragedies that have occurred in the world this past week, and all weeks for that matter. It is unsettling to me the way the world can be so unsettled, and I just want anybody who's been impacted by tragedy to know that I am always here for them. Always.
I'm sorry that this update took a while today. I've been embarking on the challenge of editing the 800 paged document that is Famoux book 1, and it's obviously gone as unsuccessful and daunting as you may expect.
Also, to make things light, guess what I got to see last week. A hint: I was talking about it endlessly in the author's notes of my last chapter and also on Twitter.
Could it be??
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AH YES, FRIENDS. HAMILTON.
All I can really say is that I got very lucky and most certainly did not throw away my shot. The show was outstanding. I've never felt more compelled to make something beautiful and legendary than how I felt leaving this musical.
Did I make anything beautiful and legendary in this next chapter? Meh, probably not. I digress.
PREVIOUSLY ON THE CLASSIX: I honestly don't know. Did they show up for Ansel's interview? Yeah, that's it. Nothing happened. WOO!
emeray
Ansel on Eighteen, much to my surprise, has changed since my debut. I first notice the changes behind the scenes: Ansel's once modest crew with all of four members putting the show together, has grown exponentially. In fact, it looks more like a movie set now––a set dedicated to one hour reality television. There are eight workers manning cameras alone, a gaggle of directors and producers, a lighting team, caterers, and at least thirty people running around in STAFF t-shirts with jobs I can't quite figure out.
Another blaring difference is the overall dynamic. Mine was more old-fashioned, so to speak, with a couch and a few general questions about myself. According to the itinerary for today's show––it has an itinerary, there's so much we're scheduled to do––the members and I are going to do plenty more activities with Ansel than simply sitting and chatting with a cup of coffee. This is not an interview––it's an experience with the audience.
The Classix members and I are separated from the Fanatix, but I assume their situation must be similar to ours. We each have at least three people at our heels, powders and brushes in their hands to give us touch-ups. I recall a few months ago when Ansel, always one for comic relief, informed viewers that his talk show wasn't important enough for makeup artists. And now, from the looks of this set, it could very well be the most important talk show in the world.
As something sparkly is swept on the tip of my nose, which I'm told is supposed to look good in the spotlights, I ask questions about the makeup and only half-listen to the answers. It's much too hard to ignore the feeling in the pit of my stomach––Cartney just told me he thinks he might die because of a DEFED threat, and I can't help but feel partly responsible.
