About a week ago I attended a casting for an agency that I really wanted to get in to. (why anyone would go to one they wouldn’t is beyond me but I digress) The short story is, I did not. Get in that is. I almost didn’t go and to be honest I’m not sure why.
These things happen, you enter a contest, you don’t win. You go to a casting, you don’t get in. (Dr. Seuss of fashion?)
Rejection sux. Especially when you know you are just as good as many that are there – you just may be having an off day.
I’m not too sure I was having an off day but I was pretty sure (even as soon as I arrived) that I simply did not hit the mark with their styling request. I suppose I could have turned around and bailed but if I had, I would have blown a great opportunity.
Call it Project Runway oh wait that is already taken. Ok Style Study?
I am fortunate to have met models that 1) seem to think I have some potential and 2) take pity on me (lol). It was because of blowing that casting, that I have been given a second chance. A chance to study styling and discover my own style. And I thought I’d share with you, gentle reader, my experience. Maybe it gives you hope if you didn’t get what you wanted. Maybe it just makes you laugh at me. Regardless:
If I get it all down on paper, its no longer
Inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you’ll use them, however you want to …
Anna Nalick – Breathe (2 a.m.)