Boy, are we lucky today! We've got Aimee Ferris, author of WILL WORK FOR PROM DRESS with us to share her very own working for prom dress stories. By the way, if you haven't checked out WillWorkForPromDress.com yet, go there as soon right after you've read this post. It is HILARIOUS. You might even see some awksauce 80's prom photos of people you know...Anyway, without further ado, I give you...AIMEE!
I watched the new Grease reality show a few years ago with interest. I spent much of my Midwest childhood on stage at a local community playhouse. When I scored my first speaking role at fifteen, I was sure that I was on my way to Broadway. The fact that the role consisted of five words, none of them in English, didn’t faze me.
As Liat the island girl in South Pacific, I wore my overly spray-tanned orange skin with pride. After the very not “nice” and not “easy” temporary black dye I used for my hair malfunctioned, stylists spent two days removing all the pigment from my hair before dying it back to brown. This didn’t take away from the glory of my role. I was suffering for my art.
Somehow, Broadway overlooked my performance.
A few years later, I knew I’d arrived. A guy in the theatre I’d had a major crush on (partly because he’d lived in NYC and once played a bit part on Law & Order) called, in need of a stand in for his show. Ideal timing as prom was coming up and I needed some cash. The small venue wasn’t exactly Broadway, but I was going to act in a real live dinner theatre! I was going to be a professional actor! With my official check in hand, I was going to apply for my SAG card!
(I was going to be a dead body.)
The night of my debut, I stared down at my plate, waiting for the cue. Without asking, a dieting friend I’d brought switched my dressing-free salad plate for hers. So at the moment of my “death”, when the spotlights all slammed into me, I believe I had a very convincing look of horror before accepting my fate and falling face first into a pool of Ranch.
The last hour of the show went quickly. This might have just seemed so since Ranch is surprisingly comfy and with the spotlights still on me, I fell asleep. I jumped rather un-deadlike when one of the actors picked me up for the finale, a Weekend-at-Bernie’s style comedy dance where they tossed my “lifeless body” around like a sack of potatoes. It took a moment to remember why there were two hundred people staring at me. And why I had lettuce stuck to my cheek.
Despite all of my dreams of Broadway, I’m guessing I’m not the one that they want. But I still had that fifty bucks to put towards prom…which I took right past “Claire’s” to the Glamour Shots at the mall to help buy head shots instead. Just in case.
So let’s hear it – prom’s coming up, gas isn’t cheap, lots of great new books out there to scoop up…who’s got some terrible high school job stories to share! What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done to earn money?