Corroborating the belief that I can get myself out of any situation. Interacting with others in pursuit of a common goal under pressure. I turn in my application and am told to wait. Maybe we've gotten so sick of following the Beautiful People's every maneuver that a fascination with everyday Joes and Janes has blown out the other end of the boob tube. From court TV to World's Gnarliest Accidents in Graphic Detail, the nation's focus has shifted from people with status the Little People could never attain to the Little People themselves.
Nobody stands out.
Aside from those applying lipstick or clutching papers with shifty eyes, I can't tell who's auditioning and who's waiting for a table. Soon my name is called. Twelve of us are lined up, shuffled inside a banquet room, and seated a round table with a casting agent-moderator. We go around the table and tell about the craziest thing we've ever done or seen. Throughout the interview I interact sheepishly, trying not to only-child all over the others.