I Failed…Modeling Audition

When I was a teenager, I had one big aspiration: becoming a model. I mean, I had other goals but this was one of the biggest – keep reading if you want to know why. So when one day I saw a casting call ad while scrolling down my Facebook feed, I didn’t hesitate. Okay, I hesitated a bit because it was huge but you get the point. The casting was taking place in a hotel 3 hours away from home, in a city I wasn’t used to, it was on a week day meaning if I decide to go, I would have to go on my own and plus, I wasn’t quite sure if I met the requirements.

Every morning for like a week, I would wake up on this same ad and every day, I would ask myself a thousand questions, most of them leading me to conclude that I should not go to that audition. And I just did the opposite. I purchased my bus ticket, went to my sister for her to take my measurements and make sure I met the requirements. Mind you, she had no idea I was doing this so when I told her I was going to a modeling audition in two days, she was flabbergasted – a fancy word for surprised. 

I don’t think I have ever felt as confident as the day of the audition. Remember I said it was 3 hours away from home? So I had to wake up at 5 am that day –hashtag determination, right? I arrived at the hotel an hour and 30 minutes early and only a few girls, mostly teenagers had gotten there too. Talk about “The Wait”. For some reasons, the time was passing very slowly that day. If I’m honest, that’s always how I feel when I can’t wait to do something or go somewhere. You too right?

For one long hour, I had to watch girls pacing back and forth in the hallway we had to wait in. 99% of them were wearing heels and your friend here was wondering if heels were a must because she hadn’t brought hers. (I later found out they weren’t a must). When it was my turn to go in for the audition, my heart started racing a little but I stayed confident and all.

After 20 minutes of talking and answering questions, walking, posing, and standing in front of a wall for measurements, one of the ladies said to me: “You look taller than you actually are”. Let me tell you that this sentence confused the heck out of me for hours. I am still trying to figure out what she meant. Mind you, I am 5’7″ (sorry if you too thought I was taller) and it’s exactly what they were asking for. I left the room with a deep feeling that they were not going to call me as they said they were going too but I was very happy.

I was happy with how I had performed. I was happy I faced my fear of not being chosen. I was happy I faced the fear of getting lost. I was happy I had put faith in myself and tried my luck at something I always wanted.

And to be completely honest with you, I don’t think modeling is for me. I don’t think I would necessarily be happy with it. But one thing that I know for sure is that I will never regret not giving myself a chance at that. Plus, I have a story to tell today! 😉

My moral of the story: Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.

Can you think of any other moral of this story? Share them with me in the comment section.

‘Til Next Time

-Dee-