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Looks like I still got it!

The glutton for punishment that I am, I went back for yet another casting for AVEDA.  Yep, the agency convinced me to.

I got there and I was like, “Aw, man.  I am sooooo over this bullshit.”  I sat there nonchalantly looking at my phone while “they” the important people made announcements about the silly shows and what exactly they would want us to do for the shows.

I half-paid attention.  How many times have I been through this?

I went through the motions of meeting the hair designer.  He touched my hair (yeah, it’s a little awkward!), he asked me some questions and asked me to go back and sit in my chair.

Another guy asked us to get up, one by one, and do a runway walk.

Ok, blah-dee-blah-dee-blah.  I walk down, turn, walk back.

“Perrrrrfect. . . ,” says the guy.

Then, some more waiting.

The hair designer comes back and tells the other guy his ideas.  He calls me up first.  Says something about me being the opening, violet hair, blah blah blah.

Other guy says something in affirmation and excitement.

And next thing I know, I think I’m booked for the show!  All I know is I got my mind on being in the ‘burbs in 10 minutes to meet our supplier for dinner.  I don’t care what color they want to die my hair (violet) and how they want to do it (something about making it really big and maybe even adding extensions) and what I’d be doing in the show (the big opener).

I just need to fill out some papers, take a few photos and get outta there!  Come on, people!!

I made it to the supplier dinner just ten minutes late.

Thank God those Wisconsin boys were subdued by beers when I got there.

 

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