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YRU-Up, One Man's ViewBritney and Me |  |
Howdy homies. It’s Sean again and I know what you’re thinking. “Two columns in one week? This must be hell.” Well, not quite. You the reader are just lucky as hell. So here we go. Now every once in a while I’ve been known to talk about the Hollywood beat, cause as you may know, I’m kind of a Hollywood swinger. Now what you may not know is that I do a little video work on the side of writing for a major metropolitan web page. I dance and grove and am an all around fly guy.
So a couple months back I was looking for a job. My Melrose Place gig was cut short after my little altercation with Tori Spelling. I don’t really want to get into it. So I was once again looking for international exposure. But nothing was happening. I was sulking around all day in my trendy Manhattan Beach loft when the phone rang. It was none other then Gus, my agent/ H&R Block representative. He knew of a hot video shoot that I was going to be a shoe in for. They were looking for hip school age dancers. And since I had written on my application that I was hip and a good dancer, he figured I would work well.
| Little did he realize that I had only added those things only to pad my resume. I was in fact not totally hip. Either way, the next day I found myself on the set of the new video, “Baby, One More Time,” by Britney Spears. It was some sort of song about blackjack, I think. Unfortunately it all went wrong from the start. Gus had failed to tell me I had to bring my own school uniform. So there I was in my street clothes, trying to seem catholic, but it wasn’t working. |  |
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So the director says I can’t be in the school dance line, and I’m like “okay.” I had originally planned to say something rude, but I have no guts to speak of. But the good news was I could be in the later scenes on the street. Well, at that point my faux dance skills kind of came across. I think Britney was really into me, but the director really wasn't happy. The next thing I know I was made to leave and all the grips were laughing at me. My shame was only matched by my embarrassment. So suffice to say I didn’t make it into the final cut…again. But I did get a hold of some pictures from the cut footage. So have a look. Until next time everybody. Hit me one more time and double down. |
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