"And if you want me back, you're gonna have to ask....nicer than that" - The Used
Ok, so just when she decides she likes the feel of the microphone in her hand, and in fact does not mumble...she get's nervous and fucks up anyway.
Alright let's not start this in the middle. After five hours of "well should I? shouldn't I? what should I say?" himming and hawing about whether or not she should audition to be the next Much Music VJ, she said to herself and her friends, "Well I'll just wait till next year," and she left campus.
On the train ride back downtown, she could have kicked herself. Whether or not she was going to do a good job, she should have tried out. Something she's always wanted to do, something that seemed so unnatainable was suddenly at her school in big orang letters proclaiming "Much VJ Search"
"Ok so I can do it next year, it's ok, it's ok," she told herself breathing through her defeat as she walked down the city street on her way home, "There's always next year, just...don't worry," she of course didn't believe that and with every step her heart sank a little more, mostly because she was just soooo unimpressed with herself.
So she did the only thing a girl could do. She called her friend and got her to talk her into going back by herself. The ride back on the train was filled with inner freaking out and not in a good way. This was pretty much just blind fear mingled with her trying not to throw up.
Cut to her actually walking up to the front of the line and being given a form to fill out by a really (dear GOD realllllly) cute guy who smiles encouragingly at the scruffy scruffy scruffy girl who probably looks scared to death.
Let's just take a minute to describe what she was wearing. In her defense she'd been up since 5 am, and definately looked it. She was wearing her tweedy flat shoes, Havanna cut 7's jeans, silver belt, her Faber band t-shirt (albeit from American Apparel) layered with a white long-sleeved T from american eagle. So, the least glamorous outfit possible and there she was.
After filling out the forms and being ushered into the "green room" (actually just the stage, and she couldn't help thinking that Faber and Hedley had been up there just two weeks before) Anyway, she "rock, paper, scissored" for first and ended up having to go second.
She walks around to the stage, gets in front of the camera and is handed a microphone, and she instantly decides she likes feel of the heavy microphone in her hand. She stands in front of the Much logo, and tries to look as casual as possible. The next two minutes is taken up with her rambling on about music, bands and being from Toronto/Oakville. She even said she wanted to represent the Millies out there...and then remembered she didn't in fact graduate from St. Mildreds, but it was too late to take back.
She has the DVD of her audition, and is pretty sure absolutely nothing is going to happen, but every night at 11:11 she's going to make a little wish for herself and see what happens. And there's always next year...
Alright let's not start this in the middle. After five hours of "well should I? shouldn't I? what should I say?" himming and hawing about whether or not she should audition to be the next Much Music VJ, she said to herself and her friends, "Well I'll just wait till next year," and she left campus.
On the train ride back downtown, she could have kicked herself. Whether or not she was going to do a good job, she should have tried out. Something she's always wanted to do, something that seemed so unnatainable was suddenly at her school in big orang letters proclaiming "Much VJ Search"
"Ok so I can do it next year, it's ok, it's ok," she told herself breathing through her defeat as she walked down the city street on her way home, "There's always next year, just...don't worry," she of course didn't believe that and with every step her heart sank a little more, mostly because she was just soooo unimpressed with herself.
So she did the only thing a girl could do. She called her friend and got her to talk her into going back by herself. The ride back on the train was filled with inner freaking out and not in a good way. This was pretty much just blind fear mingled with her trying not to throw up.
Cut to her actually walking up to the front of the line and being given a form to fill out by a really (dear GOD realllllly) cute guy who smiles encouragingly at the scruffy scruffy scruffy girl who probably looks scared to death.
Let's just take a minute to describe what she was wearing. In her defense she'd been up since 5 am, and definately looked it. She was wearing her tweedy flat shoes, Havanna cut 7's jeans, silver belt, her Faber band t-shirt (albeit from American Apparel) layered with a white long-sleeved T from american eagle. So, the least glamorous outfit possible and there she was.
After filling out the forms and being ushered into the "green room" (actually just the stage, and she couldn't help thinking that Faber and Hedley had been up there just two weeks before) Anyway, she "rock, paper, scissored" for first and ended up having to go second.
She walks around to the stage, gets in front of the camera and is handed a microphone, and she instantly decides she likes feel of the heavy microphone in her hand. She stands in front of the Much logo, and tries to look as casual as possible. The next two minutes is taken up with her rambling on about music, bands and being from Toronto/Oakville. She even said she wanted to represent the Millies out there...and then remembered she didn't in fact graduate from St. Mildreds, but it was too late to take back.
She has the DVD of her audition, and is pretty sure absolutely nothing is going to happen, but every night at 11:11 she's going to make a little wish for herself and see what happens. And there's always next year...
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