Feeling Alive

I told everyone that I was going to blog about my experiences working as a PA on American Idol...true to kristin form, i'm just now getting around to it. in a word, it was amazing. the first day after i got home, i felt awake. even after working 18.5 hours. i felt awake. I was awake. The spirit that lies dormant inside of me actually had a fire under her. The light switch was turned on. Someone was home.


The experiences...well I learned that like theatre, television is extremely competitive. I would be assigned a job, turn to tie my shoe, turn around, and see someone else doing it. WTF!!?!? There were these little gangs that ran together. Notice I did not say cliques. Cliques aren't as menacing as these people. These mo fos were gangs. They would steal shit like scissors and pens so you would not be able to use them. But I got smart about it. On day one, Monday, we were at the Wachovia Center with 20,000 aspiring Idols. There was much to do, and i was dutifully attending to my job of passing out and collecting consent forms. No problem right? Well after about four hours of passing the consent forms out, it was time to collect them from the sections. I look out, and see a gang of four doing the job. I was confused. I did not want to dare bother the EPs (executive producers,) or the guy that hired me, who i was developing a major crush on (of course.) So I stayed up on the upper levels and sat down. I was on my feet for four hours straight, so it had to be ok, right? Nope. See, when I got the job, I was told that "if they liked you," you would be brought on the work the week. Of course I wanted them to like me. Sitting was not a good look, especially for the dark skinned fat girl with the too tight bright red American Idol shirt. I got up and took a page from the gangs. I started doing any job. I went over to the exit and started to help the already fifteen PAs cut contestants blue wristbands. Now, I did not take any body's job, but I definitely 'helped out.' I even tried to get a pair of scissors from a gang member who was holding two pairs. What the hell did he need two pairs for? Of course he said some bullshit about holding them for someone who never showed up. It was cool though, I stood there without scissors and directed people toward PAs with scissors.
You never want to mess with a dark skinned fat girl with a too tight bright red American Idol tee shirt on. She's more sly than any gang.