Lost; n.m

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Megan
So I'm sitting on this stool-swinging my legs out of boredom. I had been waiting at least 30 minutes to have a mic tested, retested and tested again to reassure my audio was clear.

"Megan!" a petite women squeaked to get my attention. Pointing to the camera, she mouthed down from three. when the camera began to roll, I froze.

I had never experienced life in front of a camera before.

"Keep going!" The same lady, grace, I think her name was begged me to go on. Snapping out of my daze, I tried to justify what I had just said.

"Well, because-I'm always behind it. Hi, my names Megan, I'm 23 and a freelance photographer from Sydney."

It was a rough start but it would do. Grace continued to ask questions and my nerves lessened and it felt as if I was having a normal conversation.

"I guess I've always loved taking risks-and I never knew what to do with that passion; until I found myself in photography. My work defines who I am as a person and I take pride in that."

"Work was my number one priority. Especially, in a field where you have to work to build a wide clientele with a good reputation. But even a now full schedule, something is missing. Someone, to be specific. I need a partner to do life with. And today, I am risking it all to find him"

"Beautiful, honey!!" She snaps at a cameraman to stop recording, to embrace me for a warm hug. "Mark, Take her bags! He will take you to your room"

Kirra
"Ouch! Fuck! Owww" I swear as I stubb my toe on someone's luggage. I then look up to see the entire team staring. Great way to make an entrance, I think. I'm then greeted by a grace, who rushes my over to a seat where she insists I rest my foot and put an ice pack on it.

I then have a chance to take it all in, the set, I mean. The place is chaos. Never did I think I would end up in a place like this, but of course my manager thought it would be a good idea, for exposure. To whom, I didn't have a clue-but if she really thought putting myself on reality TV would push my surfing career, I'd take that bet.

"We can do the interview from here, just shift a green screen over-we will be fine" the same grace hissed at a cameraman. Her mood switches instantly and greats me again.

"Kirra, honey, just tell me a little bit about yourself. We will be 5 minutes, tops" she gives me a wink and paces back to the camera where she plays the recorder.

Ivy
The set was overwhelming. Crew were rushing everywhere and hadn't even noticed my arrival. Only after a few minutes after the fact, a rather flustered producer takes my hand and leads me straight in front of a camera, previous to the blond that was being interviewed earlier.

She then takes her place and exhales. "So....tell me your story hun"

She seemed pretty fatigued, as I had expected considering my flight had been delayed until the late afternoon. I was the obviously the last contestant to arrive and by this point, I'm sure that whatever I say wouldn't make the cut. I thought of myself to be the extra number, as I was called in last minute to be on the show. I didn't mind, in fact it was refreshing to have a change of scenery.

"My names Ivy Carter, I'm a 27 year old lawyer from Melbourne"

I may aswell tell it straight, I thought.

"And a mother of my beautiful son, Wolfe"