![]() Dan's Masterclass "Welcome, my adoring public, to this, my first lecture in the course 'PR, Pouting and Pomposity for Beginners'. Over the next ten weeks, I will teach you all you need to know for a successful stint on reality TV, from getting the right camera angle, to how to flounce amusingly. Now before we start, can we have a roll-call please, starting at the front" "Um, my name is Shell, and um, I'm really really nice. I think there should be more niceness on TV, I really do. If you don't agree, then, well, um, yes yes, of course, I totally totally agree with you... oh no, I'm feeling really upset now..." "Yeah yeah! I'm Vic the Slick, they call me the Mechanic, cos I'm good with grease and grime, aka the Butcher, cos I chop you into little pieces man, aka the Assassin, cos I'm a member of a 12th century Islamic sect...no, hang on , that's not right...Does anyone have a hankie? I've got the sniffles..." "Oh, whatever! My name is Marco, and I am, like, blatantly the funniest person in this room! I am going to be a star, and be in Heat magazine every week, cos I am just so funny and mad, I am so the next Brian Dowling, and it doesn't get better than that does it? Would you like to hear a Disney tune?" "Hi, I am the famous glamour model Michelle Bass, and you can read about my latest romance with one of the other members of Team Handsome exclusively in OK magazine. No photos please, you'll have to ask my agent first"
" Okay, thank you class, clearly you all have a great deal to learn; luckily for you, you came to the master. Now first things first - why do you want to go on TV in the first place? You will achieve so much more if you have a specific aim before you appear. I mean, why would you belittle yourself with such trash if you didn't want something out of it? As you all know, I am the singer in the hugely successful dance band Icehouse Project - merchandise available at the door on the way out, folks - and I appeared on Big Brother to boost our profile and launch me on a path to international superstardom. Obviously you can't all achieve my amazing level of success, but you might be prepared to settle for a lesser fame, like modelling, or presenting children's TV, that seems to be a popular one. Now, before our next class, I'd like you to think about what you want to gain from your time on TV, and if anyone answers 'I'm just in it for the experience', then please don't bother coming back, this isn't the class for you" Is there a Dan in there? A grey overcast sky. Below it a flat, featureless landscape. There seem to be some buildings in the distance, but their outline is hazy. Some people are scurrying around with no apparent purpose, their faces expressionless. Time seems to stand still, a forced and unnatural stasis permeating the atmosphere. If you listen very carefully, it is possible to hear the distant sound of laughter, but it is unclear where it comes from. Gradually, the sound gets louder, seemingly disembodied and rising above the clouds. In the blink of an eye, the scene has changed entirely, as a bustling and chaotic carnival appears. Narrow streets are filled with gyrating bodies: singing, dancing, laughing, smiling. Party music can be heard from all directions, the different rhythms coalescing into a new, alluring sound. Incandescent colours fill the sky above, and a feeling of euphoria begins to take hold. Just as quickly as it appeared, the party scene is gone once more, as the drab nothingness engulfs once more. Although only just experienced, the party scene seems more like a distant memory, a secret glance at a hidden world, one which must remain unknown.
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