Undreamed-ofs

It did not occur to me, not even for a fraction of a second, that I’ll be attempting to step into a modelling venture. Never.

But I did, last Thursday. Two weeks ago, my Tita Vicky, well known in the family for her being our ticket holder to beauty pageants and the like, convinced my parents to let us join a month-long, dancing, acting and ramp modelling workshop. On the word of her, everything is already set – clothes are sponsored, designers were already hired, venues were all previously booked for us – we just have to pass an application form and join. We agreed, thinking there’ll be no better way to spend May, anyway.

Dressed oh-so casually, we went to SM North, last April 26, carrying only our pens. With me are my two sisters and a friend who was talked into joining too. Filing of the application form was set to be at Cinema 9. While walking our way to the said place, we were talking about what we expect to see. We’re all imagining the inside of the theater to be adorned with perhaps one or two tables and a number chairs, filled with a few people who apparently have also heard the whisper that there’ll be a modelling workshop. No worries, we thought, we just have to write, nevertheless.

All of us were stunned when we turned around the corner of the hall towards Cinema 9. What was standing before us, on the passageway outside the theater, was a long, high ramp, surrounded by towering lights and speakers. There were more or less a hundred, fully made-up models seated on rows of chairs on the side of the ramp. Most of them were assisted by whom we presumed as their managers and all ladies were on heels, ready to strut. All of us instantly chickened out and decided to walk instead on the hallways of The Block, despite the fact that our Tita kept on texting us, insisting on showing our faces to her.

Later on the same day, my mom was able to talk to my tita at a dinner party. She explained that the filing of application form is actually the initial screening wherein the models have to walk and be interviewed by the panel of judges. She stressed again that the workshop will be a great opportunity for us to remodel our timid personalities and assured that we may again try to audition, this time with no ramp modelling, only with an interview. So after all the reconsiderations, we finally signed application forms, showed our faces to the organizers and was told to return for the final screening on the first of May, this time warned that we need to prepare ourselves for we really have to walk on stage.

I really do not want to recount the horrors of our debut on stage (ha, ha), so to cut the story short, after 6 hours of standing and marching on heels, Tricia and I were included in the selected twenty from a group of sixty. So now, after the contract signing last Sunday, the kick-off party last Monday and the announcement that we’ll have a make-over and a pictorial this week, I’m establishing the fact that my last month before med school is going to be one crazy hell of a ride. ;)

Just when I thought there are enough unforeseeable events already, my Dad asked last Thursday if Charles may want to drive his (my Dad’s) car for us girls and join the family in our overnight excursion in Tagaytay. Without hesitation, he said yes, so I was with him for the longest time last week. ♥♥♥

*done blabbing.