THIS SATURDAY could be a turning point in my short life and see me transformed from mere journalist to superstar. Paparazzi will chase me all around the world for my secrets. Millions of fans will hound me for my autograph. My bank account passbook will glow in the dark.
'Wake up Vivienne. It is still 3.30pm. You have not even taken the the first step yet,' I remind myself, trying to return from my fantasy.
I'm on the ferry from Cheung Chau, on my way to the boutique Ad:hoc in Causeway Bay, where a walk-in casting could change my life. The hip fashion store is looking for new faces to promote its spring and summer range.
The winner of this walk-in casting session wins an Ad:hoc $5,000 shopping coupon. But that's not the reason why most hopefuls will attend. The most important thing is that the winner will become a model, then a star.
On the bus ride to the venue, I try to focus on my potential. 'Vivienne, you are tall. You have nice hair. You have style . . .'
Soon I am standing outside the Times Square store and it is packed. A huge crowd is gathered outside the shop gazing at the would-be models being photographed and filmed. I decide to join them and take stock of the situation from afar for a while.
