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Hollywood Or Bust

by Wendi // June 27, 2011

In 1991, I moved to Los Angeles to become a famous movie director. True, the only thing I’d ever directed in my life was a 10-minute long student film called Hair Salon Horror, starring myself, but that didn’t seem to matter. I knew I was just months away from hanging out with Scorcese and DeNiro on the Paramount lot. After all, I was young, I was ambitious and not only did I know what “film noir” meant, I could also pronounce it in a really, really pretentious way.

I sent out resumes for weeks with no response, then finally, one day I got a phone call telling me I had an interview at CBS Television City. CBS Television City! Oh, sweet Jesus, it was like being invited to the Holy Land for snacks. The interview was for a part-time temp job with a research company that tested fall television pilots for CBS. As I’d find out later, the company rounded up groups of sweaty tourists from Hollywood Boulevard or the Farmers Market, showed them a new show that was being considered for the fall line-up, then had them fill out a questionnaire to see what they thought about it. You know, because the American public is just so good at evaluating talent.

The morning of my interview, I dressed carefully in my best shoulder-padded jacket from The Limited and a matching skirt that ended just above my white-nyloned knees, then I fluffed up my long, permed hair and grabbed the briefcase I used to carry around my lipstick and Bon Jovi cassettes. Arriving at the CBS lot, I couldn’t have been more excited, but the excitement soon turned to panic when I had trouble finding my interview room. I was in the main executive offices asking for help when a bored-looking security guard stood up and said, “I’ll walk you over there. Better’n sittin’ on my butt all day.” Wow! I remember thinking. These TV people are really nice!

Security man and I then walked down a flight of stairs, rounded a corner and began to pass what looked like a holding pen full of people waiting to go into a taping of “The Price Is Right.” I smiled wanly at a woman wearing an iron-on t-shirt that said “KISS ME BOB!!!!”, but then she looked back at me, looked at my security guard escort and my big, blonde hair and suddenly she screamed, “OH MY GOD! IT’S BROOKE FROM THE BOLD AND THE BEAUTIFUL! IT’S BROOKE FROM THE BOLD AND THE BEAUTIFUL! WOOOO!”

And that’s when all hell broke loose.

Without warning, the easily–excitable 100 person crowd—most of them in bright t-shirts, some clutching stuffed animals—started screeching “BROOKE! BROOKE! I LOVE YOU, BROOKE!” and began pushing each other out of the way so they could get closer to me. I completely froze. Was I actually being mistaken for a soap opera star? I mean, I didn’t even have on my good lip gloss that day. As the crowd grew louder and more boisterous, the security guard quickly grabbed my elbow, grunted, “Let’s move it! Now! NOW!” and the two of us ran past the screaming, reaching mob whose disappointed moans of “Awwww! Brooke! We love you! Please don’t marry Ridge!” followed us around the corner. Then before I could even catch my breath, the guard opened up a door right in front of us, said, “Here’s room 219! Good luck!” and gave me a little shove inside. Wow! I remember thinking. These TV people are really pushy!

Panting like a dog that was just chasing rabbits, I stepped into the big conference room and saw 10 people sitting around a table—all staring right at me. I started to smile, then caught my reflection in the window and saw my messy hair, wrinkly suit and face full of flop sweat and I knew I’d just blown my big chance. Taking a deep, shaky breath, I tried not to cry as I nervously stammered, “Um, hi…sorry I’m…but the…Bob Barker…over the…Showcase Showdown…Brooke…don’t know…need job…who’s Ridge and why shouldn’t I marry him?”

The man at the head of the table simply held up his hand for me to please stop talking, then he gave me a kind look and said, “Listen, don’t worry about it. Last week those idiots thought I was Tony Orlando.”

And one hour later, I had my first glamorous Hollywood job—testing a TV pilot about talking cats.

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This was originally posted a few years ago over on MamaBirdDiaries.

 

 

 

 

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Comments

  1. hokgardner says:
    June 27, 2011 at 8:33 am

    Awesome. I’ve never been mistaken for anyone famous.

  2. Alison@Mama Wants This says:
    June 27, 2011 at 8:51 am

    You had such an exciting life! I say that with no trace of sarcasm, I swear on my cats’ lives.

  3. Peajaye says:
    June 27, 2011 at 9:21 am

    A tv show about talking cats – clearly ahead of its time. Is it posted on YouTube yet?

  4. Ilana says:
    June 27, 2011 at 10:02 am

    Ha. I got mistaken for somebody famous at Mr. Chow’s in LA once. I have no idea who it was but I was greeted with an insane amount of enthusiasm, seated immediately and then catered to like I was Hugh Hefner at his own house. Midway through the meal, a server realized the mistake and excused herself mid sentence. It was a lot harder to get our water glasses filled after that.

  5. tracy@sellabitmum says:
    June 27, 2011 at 10:54 am

    I think I still own that shouldermapadded blazer from the Limited. I did toss the white hose though.

  6. Sophie says:
    June 27, 2011 at 11:04 am

    Can I touch you? Or possibly mail you my bra?

  7. Tonya says:
    June 27, 2011 at 11:48 am

    Seeing as how that was about the time my boyfriend and I did tons of meth and drove from Texas to LA on a whim to see the Price Is Right it’s quite possible I started all that brouhaha. Sorry about that. I’d been up for 4 days straight.

  8. Bejewell says:
    June 27, 2011 at 1:05 pm

    This entire post means nothing without corroborating photographic evidence.

  9. Crisanna says:
    June 27, 2011 at 1:34 pm

    And google image searches for “Brooke from the Bold & the Beautiful” just went up 3407%…

  10. Holly says:
    June 27, 2011 at 2:12 pm

    Is that included in your 15 minutes of fame, or was that extra? 🙂

  11. Alexandra says:
    June 27, 2011 at 3:08 pm

    Have to go google Brooke now and see if the crowd was right or not.

    Be right back..

  12. Alexandra says:
    June 27, 2011 at 3:11 pm

    You know what?

    It could be.

    Looky here..

    http://tinyurl.com/3u2snxb

  13. Wendi says:
    June 27, 2011 at 3:34 pm

    Do you mean the lady on the left?

  14. Thomas C. says:
    June 27, 2011 at 3:37 pm

    CBS couldn’t figure out how to make a TV pilot about talking cats appeal to middle America, and then the internet came along, proving that talking cats are exactly what middle America wants. They just want those cats to appear on their computer monitors when they’re at their stupid jobs.

  15. Wendi says:
    June 27, 2011 at 3:39 pm

    Exactly. The pilot was called “Claws” and it was basically “Look Who’s Talking,” but with cats. I’m amazed it didn’t make it.

  16. The Mommy Therapy says:
    June 27, 2011 at 8:06 pm

    All I can think about is how sad I am that I totally know who Brooke is, who Ridge is, and most of their horrible history. I need to learn more important things.

    Very exciting moment for you though! 🙂

  17. Kristine says:
    June 27, 2011 at 9:17 pm

    I can’t believe you’re not even going to tell us what happened with the cat show. I bet ALF had something to do with it!

  18. Ann says:
    June 28, 2011 at 5:25 am

    I probably left this same comment on the original post (which I feel like I read approx. 97 years ago), but this reminds me of the cashier at the Madison airport thinking my Dad–driving his Ford Taurus–was Tony Benett. On two separate occasions.

  19. dusty earth mother says:
    June 28, 2011 at 5:44 am

    I love this story. So were you mauled on your way to your job every day by idiotic white people?

  20. Momof4Luds says:
    June 28, 2011 at 8:34 am

    I always liked Brooke and Ridge together.

  21. Muffintopmommy says:
    June 28, 2011 at 10:54 am

    God damn, if only I’d had a chance to try out for the voice part of Lisa Simpson….we could have totally stormed Hollywood together!

  22. always home and uncool says:
    June 28, 2011 at 11:30 am

    I love reruns.

    My chin is frequently mistaken for Hugh Grant’s.

  23. dg @ diaryofamadbathroom says:
    June 28, 2011 at 3:08 pm

    You must have had the most awesome 90’s hair ever. $100 if you post a picture!

  24. Anna ~ Random Handprints says:
    June 28, 2011 at 6:53 pm

    i think you need to go join “name that job” at kelley’s break room!

    also, i’d be willing to chip in a few bucks for the photo reveal as well.

  25. Erin I'm Gonna Kill Him says:
    June 28, 2011 at 8:25 pm

    I get confused for Giselle all the time. Bedlam.

    At least you nailed it. Non-stop glamour ever since.

  26. The Flying Chalupa says:
    June 29, 2011 at 12:08 pm

    Okay, I’m impressed. I bet the cats were too. I mean, Brooke? Brooke? Your hair must have ROCKED.

    Film Nwah. Snort.

  27. Nancy Davis Kho says:
    June 29, 2011 at 2:52 pm

    I thought you were going to say they mistook you for Bob Barker. Now THAT would have been bedlam. When they hired you they were probably all, “Yes, she can test pilots, but also when Brooke goes on vacation, Wendi could totally fill in. What with those white hose.”

  28. Friday Links « Victacular says:
    July 1, 2011 at 6:46 am

    […] Hollywood or bust. […]

  29. Fragrant Liar says:
    July 4, 2011 at 10:53 am

    I really must know . . . did you marry Ridge?

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