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Season 2 | Epi 3. Creepin' (2010)
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Dream's POV
After the security or whoever these people were finally got me outside of the home, they directed me to take a seat on the bench in front of the back door of the house. My adrenaline was high at this point and it was a possible chance I was going to get arrested for crossing boundaries of the show. Everything was being filmed, the fight— everything. Except for this. One of the producers wanted no cameras on me at this point. My eyes stretched towards the woman that stood in front of me, I'm guessing she was a producer herself.
"Ma'am...." She trailed off her words as a couple laughs erupted from the others that surrounded me. Kaila came and sat beside me and questioned me about what happened. "Everything happened so quick.." The woman said to me not much knowing what to say.
"What the hell Dream? What happened?" Kaila said as she crossed her legs together. I shrugged my shoulders and looked to her.
"Man the drunk bitch in there was being mad disrespectful. She threw her paper towel at me." I moved my eyes to what seemed to be the main producer. "Y'all allow shit to happen like that with guest?" The woman shook her head.
"No, see. We didn't know that she was going to do any of that. We have no control of what they do, we just monitor them... I apologize for that personally. But look, I've been watching you tonight since the club. I like you. I wanna see more of you. This may seem a little too forward but it's whatever you like. How would you feel on joining the show?" The woman paused and gave me a smile. "I personally don't do things like this but I want to take a look at your lifestyle. You seem like what the Jersey Shore needs."
Me being me, I took some time to take in everything that the producer voiced to me. My eyes shifted over to Kaila who gave me a look. A look that meant 'Take that offer, no hesitation.' My orbs were then brought back to the woman who awaited my response. "What's your name?" I questioned.
"SallyAnn." She responded with the same smile still plastered along her features.
"Well, Ms. SallyAnn. I would be willing to take up with your offer of being on the show. How much y'all paying?" A giggle slipped from Kaila's lips as the rest of the producers found my statement amusing also. The crazy part was I was serious and I meant business at this point. I could use the money— the clout. SallyAnn cracked a laugh herself before gesturing me to follow her around the front of the home. "Don't worry, we will discuss that. Now, let's worry about getting you a contract and all of that. We can definitely talk about your pay tomorrow and your debut to the show." We began to walk and talk and slightly discuss somethings as she led me off the deck of the beach house. Kaila and some of the crew members followed right behind and soon as I was about to mention my belongings, Kaila was handed my things from a producer. "We got you, there's your cab across the way." The woman pointed towards the white cab that was parked just right across the street from the shore house.
