Monday, March 15, 2010

walk the walk like a pussy

I wrote this while waiting 2 hours to walk for 20 seconds:

Relax. Think of chocolate. Keep your chin down and let everyone know that you have a secret and if they pick you, maybe, just maybe, you’ll divulge. This means have a small flirty smile, twinkle in the eye. HHMmmmm…goat cheese, chocolate and coconut gelato, chai tea, indika. Keep your chin down, you’re not above them or looking up. Roll your shoulders up and back, it should feel like something: a little soar but upright and relaxed. Keep your arms relaxed. This is the way your body was made to stand, this is the way you were built to look. Walk forward, lead with your hips. It’s a little weird, right? That’s what it should be. You’re going forward, you have purpose, and your feet are carrying you and the million dollar gown you got on. And it looks INCREDIBLE ON YOU! It fit’s you like a glove. You are meant to for it; the dress was made for you. Your steps aren’t too slow but not too fast. Your hips sway back and forth back and forth. This feels slightly awkward too, like overkill. But it’s not. It looks good and it looks right. You are displaying movement and fluidity. Your face is intelligent and flirty. You are crazy confident because this isn’t an audition, there is no question that you should be or will be cast. You are just doing what you were meant to do. Always do. And it always works! Just be confident. Pretend you are the only model in the room and you know what to do.

'Sad Sad City' blasted in my mind, I was pumped, but not pumped enough. Something was missing, I didn't get cast, again. Brittney, this girl, was in the show with me and cast for both castings. I need to be like Brittney. It takes time, energy, and there is a learning curve. I'm curving away. Hmm. Tomorrow, 2 more chances to walk the walk like a pussy.

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