Chocolate does work

Oh I have a big doubt. Will they let me in with the driving license? Oh come on, here in France you can consider it as a proof of your identity … sometimes. Sometimes not. I just hope that here it will be the first option because it would be too stupid to stop here after 5 hours fifteen of waiting.

Ok here is my paper, my participant number and my driving license …. Yes ! I am in , now will start the big show … the big … sh … maaaaaaan ! A stairway. With hundreds of people sitting. Wanting to pee. To pooh. Pee pooh pooh pee do ! No way. Only this stairway but sure they will let us in soon.

1 hour and 15 minutes more …

Then everything is very quick. Stress arrives. I can finally release a part of it, flush and wash my hands. Take a deep breath and spread cold water on my face.

18 chairs. This is what I have to wait to enter one of the 4 casting rooms. Goes very quick. In a couple of minutes I am waiting at the door. The hostess has some candies and chocolates. She tells me the 2 judges are nice girls who love candies. Don’t say it twice. Let me grab 2 chocolates and try to corrupt them with that.

Door opens. I throw my bad joke “Hi ladies, may I try to corrupt you with those chocolates?” They almost laugh. Reading the form I give them (this kind of very clever forms where you get asked very clever questions like what is your name and hobbies, how many brothers and sisters …. So obvious you try to put very clever answers J). The lady on the left says oh you try to be the clever guy, well just tell us what songs you will sing us.

La Vie en Rose.

Don’t Worry Be Happy.

There you go young man!

Two songs. I saw them staring and liking that. Or just observing and being indifferent. I don’t know the facial expressions of professional casters. Well apparently they just loved it. Cool. Voice, emotions, I love it she says. Is it really your first casting? You seem you don’t care about the result, this is what makes you give. See you tomorrow. Just do exactly the same, guy, don’ try to be someone else.

Thanks for the advise, anyway I would not try to be someone else. I just can’t. Thank you for letting me move you. Thanks a lot. Open the door. Let the following guy in. People seeing the BRAVO paper in my hands and applauding. Cool feeling. Am in the 40 ones. Am very glad. Let’s move on. Now with the journalists ….