Chapter 2
"You smell good, Chris." I looked up at him. Finally, I got words out of my mouth.
"Oh, thank you. You are becoming one of my favourite cast members!" His cheeks were slightly reddened by the surprising remark. I laughed. I heard the music play. We were on commercial. "So, where are you from?"
"I'm originally from Canada, actually. Then I moved here and met 3 of my best friends. Mr. Michaels lets me give them tickets every week." I smiled, trying to make my best impression.
He smiled. "Mr. Michaels? Oh! We call him Lorne. You must be really nervous! Well, we're about to get started." He grinned. "Good luck. Here, gimme a hug." We hugged, and I heard the music fade out. God, I'm nervous. Now, I recall having Flora wave at me from front row in the audience. She was going to make me laugh! Then, I would be fired! I tried not to look back.
I felt kinda outcasted the next week. Sometimes, Jimmy Fallon and Horatio Sans would come up and talk to me... well Horatio would flirt. Oh! And Chris Parnell and I would talk every now and then. But I remember how hard it was to get close to what I called: "The Oldies". They were the senior members of SNL, the members who seemed to be at the top of the food chain. Darrell, Will, Ana, Tracy, and of course.. Kattan. They wouldn't ignore me, I just felt intimidated by them. They were like.. the popular kids. And I was like.. the goth outsider. That week, I didn't have any parts, all I got to do was be there at the end, waving to the camera. And I talked to Chris and Jerry. I started to jump with Jimmy.. that was fun.
Basically, after that, I thought that SNL was nothing like how it was on TV. I didn't get any major parts, because none of the writers knew me, and didn't know what I could do, and what I couldn't do. Flora, Fawn, and Audra would talk to me during our little Friday Night Things.. which had to be moved to Monday Nights, because on Friday's I had to be in the studios. So Monday's, we got together and partied.. blasted music, went to clubs. Everyhing girls are supposed to do. One time, we stayed at home, just talking about anything. They asked me about SNL, and I started crying. I told them it wasn't how I wanted it to be. I told them about not having any ideas for myself, and not having any of the writers write anything for me. We joked around most of the time, but that was the only Monday Night where we were serious.
The next week, since I didn't have any parts again, but needed to stay there anyways, I stayed in my dressing room. I sat on my couch and looked over at the empty closet, that should have been filled with costumes. I felt like quitting that night. I even considered how to approach Lorne. I was so depressed.
Chapter 3