A Day In the Life of a Model #14: Giving the Client a Little More than they Asked For…

Oops! This is what I think when events that would make others feel monumental shame. Then I get on with my day because these are at least a daily occurrence for me.

So today I had a casting for a yogurt company and the brief said, ‘dance experience good but not essential’. I think we all know I’ve been doing dance classes, although it’s very different being filmed dancing on a gaffa tape cross in a small room compared to mirroring a professional teacher’s 30 second routine. Still, I’ve danced enough on castings to feel nothing but the usual tiny tummy-shiver of impending shame.

I got to my casting at Pineapple Dance Studios (sadly no Louis) and saw a professional dancer pirouetting whilst holding a yogurt pot perfectly aloft.

“Oh sh*t,” I said deadpan to the long line of sprightly, stretchy dancers in front of me, who all looked at me thinking ‘oh sh*t, they just want a model’.

“Don’t worry, you’re not the shadow,” Said the casting guy, which felt perfectly natural at the time.

After filling in my form and being photographed under a very unflattering overhead light I was told I’d be paired with Maria, AKA my shadow, who was wonderfully smiley and chuckled at me while I said, “Don’t show up my terrible dancing.”

We went in and did our ident, which is just saying your name and agency to camera, and then I had to eat yogurt whilst facing the side, as you do.

Then I had to have a dance off with my very talented contemporary dancer shadow. “I didn’t realise how short my dress was at the back, so I apologise if you see a bit too much,” I said, knowing full well how short my dress is but I wanted to wear it.

“As long as you’re wearing knickers!” They said.

“Haha of course!” I replied, mentally running through my dressing this morning. I wouldn’t put it past me.

Anyway, then came the usual – me dancing on the spot, using up the good ole ‘Pulp Fiction’ routine that we all fall back on in the first minute.

‘USE THE FLOOR’! They shouted, as I span around trying to elegantly keep my dress over my bum.

I turned around, did a little shimmy, and THE STRAPS OF MY DRESS FELL OFF MY SHOULDERS AND I FLASHED MY ENTIRE BRA AND MIDRIFF AREA WHILST STILL SMILING

Pic by Kristin Vicari

“OOPS!” I said, carrying on dancing as I desperately readjusted. The straps fell back down. “HAHAHA!” I gaily laughed as I span on the spot, dying inside and trying to get everything back where it belonged in the split second where I faced away from camera.

Well all I can say is that it got a round of applause at the end(!) and Maria, my shadow, said that, “It made me look human.”

Rebecca x

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