Casting A Line ...

Hello,

Bloggers Note: This post has been changed as per Wednesday 15th May 2013 as a result of some advice given to me regarding
                           subject matter. Don't worry I am sure I will update your more at a later date :) - - - Love A.Lou xx

What a week! Well there has been alot going on in the wonderful world of me this week. Now as I am sure you are aware I recently went for a casting in London a few weeks ago. (See Lights, Camera, Action!) So at the end of last week I had a phone call from a very enthusiastic young women who told me I had been short-listed and asked if I would be able to come down to the city for filming. Brilliant news and something I have been both excited and unusually nervous about.
 
So for the past seven days or so I have been scouring the high street for the perfect 'me' look that says that I am an intelligent individual who loves to have fun whilst being sexy but without saying 'how much do you charge an hour?' After going shopping with Miss Tweedle-Dee and Miss Tweedle-Dumb on Saturday, supposedly for a holiday shop - Part one of many I might add; the girls and I found a perfect outfit that said classy and sophisticated yet playful and cute. Collapsing onto my bed back home I was exhausted, but looking up and my minty green dress and smart blazer I convinced myself that it was perfect, but not for something that is meant to represent more 'me'. After talking to my parents I decided to hit the shops before work the following day and found the perfect outfit for under fifty-quid. Pleased as punch I grabbed a coffee and headed to work at my new job.
 
Finally the day rolled round where I was due to go and film. Forgetting half of my outfit at home in the morning I scrambled around the rails at the store where I bought it from praying they would have an identical one in my size. All in vain though as I had grabbed the last one off the shelf a few days prior, but there was another similar styled garment in my size so I dashed to the counter with it in toe, knowing that in less than a week I would probably be bringing it back. Rushing around like a headless chicken I made it too the station on time and hopped on the first train to the capital. I never realised how damn hot it is on a tube, I mean I'm a warm individual and am always cold, but the temperature in those tin can's on wheels is unbearable. I'm surprised people were not getting their kit off! Regardless, arriving in central London and having no clue where I'm going I started to walk in the soggy weather to the address given, pondering the fact that every time I come to London its always raining. I mean for once can it not just be nice weather. I do find it funny though how the weather reflects the mood in London - literally no-body smiles, its like they've had there happy-gland taken out and a pole up their arse in a bid to replace it. Slightly late although in one piece I looked around at the rows of houses wondering ideally how much it would cost to buy one. I know I could never afford one, but its always nice to dream.
 
Upon walking into the spacious and well decorated hallway a gentleman appeared and lead me downstairs to the studio's. To be honest, it reminded me of all the set-up we used to make in college. Straightening my skirt and sitting down on a plastic chair I knew I would carefully have to peel my self off later, I looked around curious at what will happen next. A bearded man appeared and proceeded fiddle with stuff but just as soon as he appeared he had gone again. I wasn't left alone for long though and soon after a tall, bald man introduced himself and he started to tell me a little about what would happen. It was reassuring being in his company and he made me feel less nervous and brought out the shine in myself that is only comes out when I am centre of attention. We went through the same questions as we did in the first casting and things went swimmingly until we came to the subject of my mother (I will get around to telling you what happened one day, its just there are more important things to talk about than 'her').
 
Awkwardness cast aside and a few harrowing minutes later I was back to bubbly and happy Abbey-Lou. The rest of the questions we sailed though on; discussing my blog (TATOATS), where I see my writing career going and what I want from life but then came an odd question. "Do you ever have somebody or something in your head telling you stuff, almost like a little voice?" said Mr. Bald. I smiled but only because it was true. In fact at that revise moment my 'voice' was telling me about how Mr. Bald's wrinkly forehead looked funny against his round face. Pushing that thought to the back of my head I replied with a simple 'yes' and some small anecdote, one not including wrinkles. In hindsight, wrinkled foreheads remind me of Mr. Workaholic's Dad and his scrunched up head-rolls. I continued and as the filming came to a close Mr. Bald said that he had some inside information to show me. Now, anyone that has been able to get a glimpse of my 'Virgin' post of Casting A Line ... before it was reviewed will know of this secret information but for now unfortunately I have to keep it a mystery. Rest assured though, I will be able to reveal all at a later date!

Leaving said address and walking out into the wet evening weather of the city I started to feel like things were maybe moving faster than expected. It still even as I am writing seems so surreal. So were all set for this coming weekend. It will be a busy one as I have holiday shopping part two on Saturday during the day, a blind date Saturday evening, early Sunday morning Ive got a boot sale to do with Miss Chocolate and then Sunday afternoon I'm visiting family for my granddad's seventieth birthday BBQ - If the weather holds out.

Now, speaking of BBQ its making me hungry so off I go to raid the fridge ... Shhh, don't tell dad!

'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx