You saw an add online recently that a producer was currently looking to make someone the “Next Major Pop Idol” and auditions were currently going on. It seemed easy enough, submit a headshot, a full body shot, and a short recording of you singing. You knew you had the talent and wanted to find out if you can actually go far with it. You submitted everything and anxiously waited. A week went by and nothing. Another week went by…nothing. You finally started to give up hope when an email comes through.

“You’ve been invited to round two of auditions. Please arrive at the studio below. You will be expected to sing a song g of your own as well as the attached song to the producer. Another song will be requested by the producer that day. Memorize the attached choreography. There are three dances you will be expected to perform, one of them while singing. There will be outfit changes. You can expect to be here for 3-4 hours. Be on time or your application will be instantly rejected.”

You read the email over and over, stunned that you. Got a call back. “This is my chance” you thought then let out a high pitched squeal of excitement.

You showed up that day wearing pink leggings and matching sports bra, ready to impress. You knew the dance moves and the songs and knew you could make it. When you came into the room, you see me sitting behind the desk with almost no expression on my face.

“Ok, begin,” I say immediately and look at you irritated that you didn’t immediately start singing. You started your personal song and halfway through: “ok, good enough.” I say flipping a paper. “Outfit change,” I yell and a woman comes scurrying in with a new outfit. She hands it to you. It’s a short skirt, halter top and heels boots. You look around: “where can I change?” You ask, confused.

I sigh in irritation itation, “just change here. Make it quick.”

For this you will go through an audition with me and soon learn how messed up this industry really is as you become exploited by me, pushed to do things sexually that you never would have done if it wasn’t for fame on your mind.

Let me know what you look like when you message me and let’s start where I left off.