"...you are still in the (whimper) running to becoming America’s next (pause) top (pause) model (sniff sniff)"and Sad:
"...you are still in the (whimper) running to becoming America’s (pause) next (pause) top (pause) model (sniff sniff)"Anyway, those of you who watch the show know that Yaya was the last seasons' runner-up. She is gorgeous in person, so you can only imagine how it feels to stand next to her (I felt much like an ogre; a charming ogre, but an ogre none the less). She was also really nice, which for some reason is still a trait that continues to shock me in "famous" people. I have worked on films for a few summers now and have met my share of famous and semi-famous people. I, for some reason, always expect them to be miserable. This is probably the reason that I rarely get star-struck; low expectations. In fact, the only time that I felt at a loss for words was when I met James Avery (Uncle Phil on "Fresh prince of Bel-air"). I'm not sure why, but I was so star-struck by him that I continuously stopped dead in my tracks each time our paths crossed, and then after a moment of pure embarrassment, I would run away. (Not the best course of action when you're trying to work with someone.) Luckily, after a few hours of this behaviour and before he could get "the weird, skittish girl" fired, I calmed down. It turned out that he was really down to earth and extremely funny (he had me laughing so hard that at times we would end up interrupting filming). I suppose, however, that I am still a little bit jaded because of stories like the following: A friend of mine, who works as a script supervisor, was working with William Shatner. As a script supervisor, one of her jobs is to correct, or help an actor with any lines that they may be forgetting during a scene. On this particular day Mr. Shatner seemed to be taking longer, more drawn out pauses than usual between all of his words (picture Captain Kirk on tranquilizers and you'll get an idea). During one of these pauses, my friend thought that it might be prudent to give Mr. Shatner his lines. When she proceeded to do so, he cut her off, and with great dramatic flair said:
"I have NOT forgotten my lines. I am merely ACTING SHMMMMMACTING!!!!!"He's quite the diva, if you ask me. All in all, I love what I do. I hope to be able to work in films for awhile or at least for the summer; when hundreds of movies get made here in Toronto. If I'm lucky enough to be able to do that, then I'm sure I will have alot of tales for you all to read about. Wish me luck!