It’s 8:30 am and the phones are buzzing, coffee is being sipped at every cubicle and fashionably dressed, beautiful young women are calling out celebrity guest list names to each other at a hot NYC PR firm.
First up, backstage at a fabulous New York City designer’s show. The guest list is long and the people aggressively crowd the entrance all claming to have interviews booked. The fashionista Jekyll and Hyde, yikes! What a monster.
Me: “I’m sorry, you are not on the list. May I see your business card?”
Her: “That is not possible! No, I do not have one.” she responds in an annoying, thick, French accent.
Me: “There is nothing I can do, I’m sorry.”
Her: “Let me see the list!”
She abruptly grabs it from my hands.
Simultaneously, an annoying “C” list talk show host enters arrogantly in gaudy sunglasses, covered in attitude.
“I won’t stay and watch the show unless I have front row seating,” he declares.
“I’m sorry, who are you and where exactly does your show broadcast?”
He pouts, grabs his credentials and storms off to do his job…. we hope.
Lights are flashing everywhere creating a blur in the chaotic, yet organized, mayhem and girls dressed in chic, black attire on headsets are running the show. But time is running out! There is a rush to the stage entrance as everyone scammers to get their assigned seats.
Images courtesy of the Fashion Spot forums.
