In a world of panning cameras and scripted drama, Noe Carter finds himself thrust into a TV reality predicament like no other. Suddenly, he is faced with the unexpected: falling in love with not only a Bachelorette but also his fellow competition, a...
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As I stand before the bright lights, my hands tremble with nerves. The producers eagerly await my response, their clipboards poised and ready.
Out of the thousands I was chosen to be present at this screening. Now, however, I find myself among the remaining hundreds, vying for one of the coveted spots in the final twenty-five. With every fiber of my being, I summoned a smile as the cameras pointed at me. How ridiculous!
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"Hello, my name is Noe Carter. I'm 26 and I work as a project coordinator at a company based in New Ford," I said, hoping to project confidence despite my nerves.
Clearing my throat, I continued, "Similar to Miss Cooper, my focus is primarily on my career. Instead of indulging in weekends filled with parties and travel, you'll often find me buried in paperwork, dedicated to my work."
I attempted a laughter which came out strained, making me look damn desperate. I had hoped to lighten the atmosphere however, I failed to do so causing me to pause awkwardly before I continued, "Don't get me wrong, it'd be nice to unwind. However, after long and demanding weeks, finding solace at home with coffee and a captivating book brings me the most relaxation."
"I think Miss Cooper would appreciate someone who knows the pressure and effort put into a career, " I ventured hoping to strike a chord with the producers and convey my compatibility with her. However, the producers and film crew's stares only heightened my anxiety.
The words I had practiced with Nick mere hours ago seemed to dissipate from my mind, leaving me fumbling for what to say next.
Frustrated with my shortcomings, I muttered to myself, "Fuck, I had planned this so well. Now I'm blanking." I had rehearsed this moment countless times and yet, here I am, stumbling through the screening, Shit.
Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to continue. "What I meant to say is that I am someone who appreciates the comforts of home. I enjoy cooking whenever possible, and starting the day with a warm cup of coffee, and ending it in the cozy embrace of my partner, brings me great joy."
So I think, as I reflect on my lines with Nick, I now grasp the rehearsed script in my mind. I gathered myself, recalling the hours I spent rehearsing earlier that day. Finally, it all got back to me.
