Sex, Drugs, and PS3

Sunday, March 22, 2009

I wanna be a supermodel!

So this girl I talk to and care about a lot calls me and tells me that
she has to meet with some "professional" modeling agency today.

She has "dreams" of modeling and what not.

That's cool. I mean, I have a feeling that the modeling agency is
bullshit and just trying to get her money, but since I care about her
and want her to chase her "dream", I just gave her my support and told
her to watch out for anything that looks suspicious. I also told her I
would help her in anyway possible.

She calls me and tells me they liked her and wanted to sign her to a
contract.

.........

"Yay!" said Lonn Starr the Unofficial Rockstarr

Even though I've heard of this plenty of times.

Beautiful young women being offered "contracts" by so called modeling
agencies.

I let her enjoy the moment.

However, I also decided to look into this company and the information
they were feeding her.

Everybody that was with her was telling her that they're the CEO of this
and CEO of that. Worked with this person, played a role in this person's
career.


Heard that shit before.

They told her that the company has a professional Web Site, however, it
is "under construction", and then gave her a fuckin MySpace URL.
Wow....pretty professional.

Well, while looking up the information on this company.....and finding
nada, I discovered that America's Next Top Model was having a casting
call, in Dallas, today, for women 5'7 and shorter.

Perfect.

She's 5'2.

We've always talked about her height preventing her from being a model.

I tried to call her and let her know about the audition and that the
cards didn't match up with the company who owned the escalade that she
was riding in.

I called four times.

No answer.

I decide to go to the next level while waiting for her to return my
call. I look up the specific casting call information, where, when, what
she'll need. I retype all this information into my phone, and send it to
her as a 3 page text message.

She calls back, and I tell her everything.

I ended up having to resend the text messages individually so that she
could get them.
However, she remained with the bullshit modeling company, in their
Escalade. On her way to take photos....TODAY. LMAO!

I text messaged and called her around the time I thought it was ample to
try and make it to the audition. After numerous messages leading up to
five pm.....and a few calls...she texts me and says she won't be able to
make it to the audition. Mind you, I told her about this audition over 3
hours ago.

She wasn't willing to part ways with the bullshit instant gratification
and go for the gold.

For real.

If modeling is your "dream", I do not see why any young lady in the same
predicament would not immediately begin to figure out a way to get back
to her car, and go to this ANTM audition! Tyra Banks bro......the real
shit! On a day when you are ALREADY prepared to look fine as hell!
Ladies, especially short women, y'all know how rare this opportunity
is....who would let it slip by.

She did.

She lost a lot of cool points with that shit.

Is it all good tho.....

yea.....of course it is.

One Love

(Lonn Starr)

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