SETTING: The interior of a grubby Hoxton studio flat. A number of strapping young rentboys room together here, in their time off from being tied up in Boy George's basement.
*Phone rings*
Casting Person: "Hello, can I speak to (Miguel/J'Syn/Other model-ly male name) please?"
Model: "Speaking."
Casting Person: "Congratulations, you've got the Alexandra Burke video gig!"
Model: "Hurrah! Now I can pay off my crippling chest-wax debt! Tell me, what can I expect when I arrive?"
Casting Person: "Some lights left over from an old ad campaign, a bit of glitter foil and a sub-par catering table, I'm afraid."
Model: "I see. Well, at least there will be food. Though I don't eat very much. I am a model, you see. What should I wear?"
Casting Person: "Just jeans will be fine."
Model: "Okay jeans and t-shirt, got it."
Casting Person: "No. Just jeans."
Model: "Ah. And what sort of rehearsal will there be?"
Casting Person: "Unfortunately we spent the bulk of our budget on the lights and foil I was telling you about. So, the choreography will have to be learned over the course of about 20 minutes, primarily from a dated aerobics workout tape."
Model: "Hmm. Well, all that aside, it's still Alexandra Burke isn't it, so I'm rather excited even so."
Casting Person: "Yes, I can understand that, but I feel you should know that she will be dancing alongside you in the clip"
Model: "Oh. This isn't going to be very good, is it?"
Casting Person: "No."
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