Mistaken Identities
35 minutes later I left my apartment dressed in jeans and a light blue baby tee. My classy outfit was in the wash. And there she was waiting impatiently by my car her foot tapping the sidewalk in annoyance slightly. She looked me up and down and turned in disgust. I walked over the driver side and got in, however she didn’t. Tapping her manicured nails on the door, waiting for me to open it for her. Regretfully I got back out and opened it for her, closing it nearly missing her leg.
“Thanks Kat.”
“No problem Lyss.”
The rest of the ride was in silence except for the occasional directions form the blonde. She insisted on having the top down despite the chance of rain and controlled the radio station. I glanced at her, her 6 ft body was clad in the smallest tightest thing I had ever seen. I swear my cat could have fit into it.
“You can park up there.” She pointed to the front of a fairly large building.
“What time should I pick you up?” I was actually thinking of forgetting her later
“Oh Kat…” here it comes… “Could you go in with me? I need to go to the bathroom to fix my hair that your stupid car messed up. Please?” she paused when she saw I wasn’t going to do it, “I’ll pay you $10.”
We walked in and down a long hall, "ok, right thorough that door, I’ll, like, be right back. Don’t MESS Up!”
I walked in and immediately felt out of place, I felt I had entered “plasticville” about 10 to 12 blonde blue eyed barbies sat waiting to be called in. It was a plastic surgeons dream. They towered over my 5 2 body and me and my red hair stuck out like a sore thumb they looked at me as if I was a joke. But just sat down and picked up a magazine with BSB on the cover. 5…10…15 minutes passed and I was beginning to think Alyssa had drowned in the toilet.
“Alyssa? Alyssa Jefferson?” a middle-aged woman called looking at her clipboard. I got up to explain and felt all eyes on me.
“Ummm…” I started the lady looked up and did a double take before cutting me off.
“OH Alyssa! Your just perfect!” her tired eyes lit up with happiness, “Won’t you come with me Alyssa dear?”
“OK” a voice from behind me answered.
The woman looked up in surprise, “Who are you?”
“I’m Alyssa Jefferson.” She stated proudly
“Err…” The poor woman obviously confused, “Then who are you?” she asked pointing to me.
“Katherine Kurnsted”
“Katherine?” she looked down at her list
“But you’re not on here…oh no matter will you still be around in say…30 minutes?”
I nodded; “Good” she smiled and ushered Alyssa in who was giving me a dirty look at the moment.
I turned around to go sit down slightly confused but felt the beginning of excitement building in my stomach to be met with 5 equally horrid expressions. I was surprised all that surgery could let them move anything above there mouths.
Amazingly in 30 minutes all five girls came and went and I got to listen about how well Alyssa’s interview went. Lucky me.
“Katherine? Can you come in here now?”
I got up and walked over to the door in the corner of the room. She ushered me in grinning and shut the door. “I’m Mrs. James, and you obviously know why you’re here so let me see you portfolio.”
“Uhhh….umm…not I think you misunderstood.”
She looked at me questionably, “What ever do you mean?”
“I just drove,” I cringed, “My friend Alyssa here.”
“Well she most of told you all about this.”
I shook my head
“No? Well…I am looking for girls to play the Backstreet Boys ‘love interest’ for their upcoming video for ‘Yes I Will’. Two if the girls are already selected, Brian and Kevin’s wives. Both are beautiful but we are trying to steer away from that whole ‘model’ look if you will. That’s why I want you. Your average…well above average…I mean my dear your beautiful. But your not that tall, blonde, ‘worked on’.” She chuckled, “Your natural, that’s what we’re going for…”
“Wait. Wait. Wait. You want me to play a Backstreet Boy’s girlfriend!?”
She nodded. To make a long story short about an hour later I signed my name on the dotted line and I was officially a Backstreet Girlfriend. I left to find Alyssa had stormed off and taken a taxicab home. But I didn’t let it get to me, I went home to a bubble bath cause tomorrow was the “big day” I was to meet the Backstreet Boys and finalize plans for the video shoot.