I’m having a really hard time believing what the hell is going on here right now. Out of all people, all celebrities, all performers, they were the ones that had to fill in for the Arctic Monkeys? I mean, really? Is this supposed to be a fucking act of fate or just karma acting like a bitch to me? Have I really done anything that bad to deserve this? I can’t believe this has to happen. Maybe if I found out why this has to happen then I would feel better about performing here. I have at least eight skits to act in tonight and I’m not going to do a very good job at them if this whole mystery/fiasco is stuck in my head.
Right when the red light on the central camera clicks off, I immediately run (well, walk as fast as I can in these heels) behind the stage to the dressing room, where I’ll have to get ready for the next skit since I only have about three minutes to do so. Yeah, when they put ‘live’ in the name of the show, they really meant ‘live’ and that everyone needs to get ready and back on the stage in three minutes or less.
Oh no, how could I forget about the first skit? It didn’t worry me of making a fool out of myself in front of tons of people watching at home and live, but what the main idea of the skit was. The arctic monkeys were supposed to be play a major role in it. You see, I’m supposed to be-as the hormonal teenage girls call it these days-a fangirl that steals the interviewer’s spot on the show so I would be the one interviewing the band and totally making a fool out of myself while doing it because I can’t control myself in front of them. Yeah, it sounded fun when I was originally planning to do it with the Arctic Monkeys, but now that I remember what I say to them, it’s not going to be very fun.
“Erin!” Carter sneaks in through my dressing room door, handing me a stack of clothes that consists of the outfit for the next skit. “You handled that so well out there, I probably would’ve shit my pants if I were you!” She laughs.
“Yeah, you sort of learn to handle those sort of things when you’re an actor. Things never go as expected do they?” I say with a slight frown. Her smile starts to fade.
“Erin I’m sorry this had to happen but it just did,” She says.
“Why did it? What happened to the Arctic Monkeys?” I ask, throwing my arms up. She just shakes her head and gives me a sympathetic look.
“You know if I knew anything about it I would tell you right away,” She says. I let out a small groan. I try to collect myself again by taking a deep breath and closing my eyes. Everything is going to be fine. Everything is going to be okay. I’m going to have fun with this. I’m wasting time but that’s okay, because it’s not like they can go on without me.
“Okay, it’s fine,” I give her a small smile. “Can you help me get ready?” She nods and hands me a purple blouse with dark skinny jeans. All that comes with it is a dark brunette wig that will be put up in a bun and a pair of high black heels. Carter helps me take everything off and put the desired outfit on, helping me in the wig that she puts up in a neat bun with ease. I step into the black heels and Carter applies a small amount of makeup on consisting of dark eyeliner and mascara. I had about a minute before I had to be out on the set.
“I think you’re ready,” Carter says, taking one last look at me. “You feel okay?” I nod.
“Yeah, I feel fine,” I answer. “Let’s get going,”
We quickly step out of the dressing room and walk back out to the center stage. Carter is soon swept away and replaced by another crew member that leads me over to the interviewer chair. I’m amazed by how fast they’re able to put up the sets and decorations that go along with it. I know they’ve been doing this for a while, but wow.
Who I’m supposing is the make-up artist applies a small amount of blush on my cheeks and runs off as fast as she came on here. I adjust myself in the chair as I did in rehearsals, folding my hands in my lap and leaning both of my elbows on each of the arms of the plush white chair. The only thing different is the white chairs mirrored on the other side me. There used to be only four, but now there are five. Well doesn’t that just figure?
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Stupid Dreamers
أدب المراهقينYou would think a movie actress, like me, would have a good reputation for all the good she does and how well she can portray a character in the movie. Turns out, playing all the villians in the movies does exactly the opposite. My name is Erin Ta...
