PART THREE (of six): the interview

Today's my big interview (is that what you call it?) with six execs from the production company.

I have three big decisions to now make:

Do I spend the money to have my hair blown out?
What should I wear?
And how should I get to Brooklyn Navy Yard?

As for my hair, I decide to do it myself. I have all the tools to do a great blowout —just not the talent. In the end, my hair looks bad. Bushy and frizzy and unstyled.

I debate among three outfits. The email I receive from the studio says, "We'd love to see your natural style and sensibility," whatever that means.  

I consider jeans, a white graphic T, and an Iro fringed little jacket. But it's hot out (high 80's) and the jacket might look like I'm trying too hard.

Next, I think about a form-fitting slinky black dress. But then I might look like I'm going on a date, rather than interviewing for one.

I end up choosing a flowy-dress I like.

Taking Via for $10.83 becomes an easy choice. 

I arrive at the Brooklyn Navy Yard early. I could be in another country. It all feels foreign, industrial, and pretty deserted. Kind of like I remember East Berlin when I was there in the early 80's, when there was still a wall.

I 'm told to bring an ID and a letter authorizing me to be there, and no one checks either.

I find the building. No security. And just walk in through some unmarked door. It doesn't look like anyone creative would be working here.

But behind the doors, there's a buzzing, contemporary vibe. Very unlike the bleak hallways outside.

I meet with six people, includng the executive producer. Everyone is so nice. It's all very comfortable. Really kind of fun.

And the best part? 

My skype tape has been sent to the studio. They liked it enough to have me now go to the  — I think — final steps. A background check and psych evaluation.

I'm excited, a little apprehensive, and nervous all at the same time.

But I'm up for a new adventure, and this could certainly be one.