Twilight Zone

Well things in my world just got very eerie. In a coincidence of kismet I could never have conceived, a producer for The WB’s reality show “High School Reunion” called the house last night asking if I would consider being involved. It seems that someone in my graduating class (Lassiter High School, Marietta, GA – 1994) whom she would not name (that’s the angle of the show – classmates reunited) had given her my name. Very suspect, but intriguing. Could this possibly be an outcome of my recent tv appearance? (Cue mysterious music).

Before I get too far ahead of myself I should let you know that the producers are still in the intial phases of production. They’ve narrowed their search down to 16 graduating classes from 1994 and they’ll be further reducing the field to 4 schools within the next few weeks. I’ve got to send in a few forms, a couple of photos and a short video to indicate my willingness to participate. I’m definitely going to give it a shot. What do I have to lose?

So there you have it. Not even one day after I declared my quest for fame a total bust, I get a call from a producer in L.A. The universe sure does have a unique sense of humor.

One thought on “Twilight Zone

  1. Don’t look at me. šŸ™‚

    And before you go into this thinking you got nothing to lose, just remember that the cost of your dignity is only a yearbook photo away…

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