1. Ooh babeh babeh. Mmmm yeahh. HAH! Raise head in an innocent but totally seductive motion with engaged eyes on camera. Okay, not really, just the reflection of the glass doors in the second floor hallway. Walk, no, skip. Now, bend knees lower. Perfect. Next camera is coming up on the left in the testing center. Quick turn with shocked eyes, loose jaw. Sweet, it’s just like Britney’s music video with these flare pants. I’m a pro! Yes, you’re right, I haven’t done anything outside of school like get an agent or auditioned for anything serious, and I’ve only written half of most of my five songs, no six. No, five. But why worry? I’m going to make it sooner or later; American Idol auditions are coming up and there is no question. I know what people want out of an artist, I know what works, and I will offer that to the world, and they will take it, damn it!
2. Times set aside for practing my Britney imitations that will make me a popstar no matter what, own, unique, completely original popstardomnes that I really have to work hard for:
Pre-calc chapter 2 test this Friday
Standing in line waiting to get some grub
Waiting for Ada to finish up in the bathroom (YAY FOR MIRRORS)
Any time that I am alone in a hallway (YAY FOR GLASS DOORS!)
Doing any homework, besides physics ( I need to take that seriousely). Psh, who am I kidding.
When there is homework to do on Blackboard, in between religiously studying videos on YouTube.
When Lauren rants on about how important it is to unplug the straightener to save energy.
Pretending to care about saving energy when there is a mirror RIGHT THERE!
3. Black and white: on the porch of a cabin out in the Nevada woods. It’s a family reunion talent show. All eyes are on me with sweet, soft smiles. It’s a typical scenario of the youngest, only girl of four kids. I belt out “Give me a siiiiign, hit my baby one more time!” and, of course, the “awww”s and “wow!”s come pouring in. Now cut me some slack…
A. What seven year old girl doesn’t like Britney Spears?
B. What kind of seven year old can imitate her strained, technologically improved voice down to a T?
C. What seven year old girl has the same hair color and has every move in her video memorized flawlessly?
4. I love being here for twelve hours, surrounded by 12,000 nubs that are fighting for the same thing that I live and breathe for, with no sleep the night before and no energy to work on my audition song. I think not. Whatever, I’ll get down there and sing my song and move on. No need to practice my back up song (I’ve been practicing in my head for years). I’ll be fine.
