The New M.E. Generation

I don’t know how the casting process occurred, but it came down to another person and me.

The agency told me to wear dance clothes as they were looking for someone who could do that.

Me? Dance? Well, I certainly do that every Friday night in school at whatever party is happening on campus.

Why didn’t they found out if I could do that or not beforehand? And I’m still puzzled as to how the heck I’ve gotten so far in all this.

On the day of the final casting I got to see the other person. She was a real dancer, meaning tall, slim and with an amazing body. In essence, a beautiful woman.

I looked at her convinced this was not happening at all. There I was, this short, girly person whose body and weight I was struggling with to get it where I thought then should had been.

Even worse, I didn’t even take heels with me. If I had one pair on my closet, that was a lot. I basically had no fashion sense other than what was needed to survive in college.

This woman did have her dancing shoes and she looked amazing. She represented what I thought a woman should be or aspire to.

The agency asked us to do some walking and basic dance steps, and I did the best ‘catwalk’ I could do.

I don’t remember much after that except that they asked her what her height was without her shoes. It seemed that this was going to be a problem with the lead actor as she was taller, or close to be, than him.

Before I knew it, the casting was over. All left to do now was to go home and wait for an answer.

The three of us arrived at the lounge around 9pm and the place was pretty much filled-up already. It was the first time I was at this place and got a good impression of such.

It had an indoor area with a bar, sitting room and dance space, plus a balcony area with an additional bar. I suggested walking around the location to familiarize ourselves with it (and check out the guys, of course).

I lead the way and walked first; when I entered the room I glanced around at the people standing at the bar or balcony rail when (whoa!), the sight of a particular guy basically stopped me in my tracks.

I looked at him and my jaw dropped. He was tall (very tall, way over six feet), with a fabulous ‘fohawk’ hairstyle, an awesome body and facial features of a runway model.

I don’t know how long I stood there staring (probably just a few seconds, but it felt as if I had gotten frozen in time) when I snapped out of it.

“How about if I buy a round of drinks?” asked I in an effort to staying around and keeping close watch on this guy. I didn’t have a plan in mind to approach him (I wasn’t thinking anything, seriously. This was the first time for me that I went out). I just wanted to (I don’t know) enjoy some ‘eye candy.’

Everyone got a drink and I stood in an angle that enabled me to speak to everyone, but still keep an eye on the guy.

During my conversation, I tried to look at him from time to time. Lucky me he was standing sideways, which helped me being not so obvious with my behavior.

Some time later the guy started walking away with another guy and passed me on my right side. I looked at him and gave him a big smile. Part of me expression was my amazement of how tall he was (over a foot taller than me). But, damn, this guy is so adorable.

I wanted to follow this guy so bad, but I was with this two girls.

So, what do you do now? I kept talking while analyzing the situation internally until a thought came to my mind.

“Hey, why don’t we take a walk and check out the rest of the place?”

et cetera