Sunday, April 30, 2006

I was a live studio audience.

I clapped my hands when I was told, stood as ordered, and screamed my lungs out when requested. I’m still trying to decide whether I liked the over-all experience or not.

Lui, my officemate, had been begging me the whole day to go with her to a studio taping to show support to her sister. Her little sister got herself into a “Star Quest” kind of show, sponsored by a toothpaste company (all contestants had their teeth bleached before the competition).

I was trying to put Lui off, telling her that I was very tired after going around UP the whole day. Hay naku! But she caught me when I got to our office lobby. So because I still don’t know how to say “no,” I found myself aboard MRT (I refused to drive through the traffic) going to Quezon City.

Being in a taping was a new interesting experience for me. The motley crew sitting around us gave a new meaning to diversity. There were the swanky Greenbelt babies who were very noisy, drank tall caffe macchiato and remained indifferent to the artistas.

There were the jologs who brought a whole paper bag full of biscuits, bottled water and screamed their hearts out every time John Lloyd Cruz looked at their direction. They even know the latest tsika because they kept talking about who the host was with the moment they appeared onstage. They said in a very loud voice that the legs of one starlet look humongous. They are not related to any of the contestants. They’re just in it for the fun of being a “live, studio audience.”

There were the stage mothers who were very nervous about their candidates. There were the stylists who run around after the contestants making sure that their makeup are still on and hair are still curly or straight. There were the talent/model agents that sat like prima donna on chairs while the talent/models got them everything they wanted. There were the floor directors (FD) who were very frantic about everything, joking around, and trying to put everyone including the audience at ease.

There was the singer who cut the taping off because he couldn’t reach the proper pitch. FD told him that he’s not the director so he should never cut anything off.

Everybody looked so busily fun that I started to miss working in a production. I miss adjusting the barn doors of lights. I miss being screamed at by the director. I miss being the FD. Heck, I even miss painting the chroma background green. Haay, those were the Tomcat days.

But will I work for a TV company when I finally decide to quit my current job? I don’t think so. All the waiting and waiting upon the celebrities are just not for me. It’s way too stifling and there’s just way too many rules. I know people who find working for TV very rewarding, but it’s just not for me. Maybe I am too lazy for that kind of job.

By the way, I now officially like Heart Evangelista. Yes, I do. I thought she was sincerely polite to the PAs. Any person whose nice to people working for them is hard not to like.

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Sunday, April 30, 2006

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