RUN.
So, I watch some reality shows but not a whole lot. I know they are fake. I've known that for some time now. But I had no clue how fake until this weekend.
My husband is in a punk band that's led by the lead singer and his wife, both from France. Someone is interested in doing a reality show about the band. So this producer lady wanted us to meet this weekend. We met at a filming of another reality show about two swimwear designers in the Hollywood Hills.
First of all, she wanted to meet us there because they were filming a part scene and needed more people at the party. So we stood outside in the cold talking about this reality show for an hour and a half.
Here are the weird parts:
- No one lived in the house. It was used exclusively for filming and in this case was supposed to be a "friend's" house where the party was being held. There wasn't even power in half of the house.
- At one point, one of the party-goers was to walk away so the others could "talk sh*t" about her. They sent her over to our group to make it look like she walked away so they could talk bad about her. She KNEW this. Awkward.
- Some guy who seemed important to the show was there earlier than we were. But they filmed his "entrance" over and over again about an hour after we arrived.
- Once they were done filming, they actually called cut and then an ACTUAL party started.
And then, while we were talking about the band's reality show, the producer kept asking about drama. Who's dramatic, who's interesting, who has a temper. She clearly thought the band was boring. When we said that no one really caused drama she asked if we could pretend. Um....
I already knew I had no interest in being on a reality show, but now I am just disgusted by the idea. It was a really, really strange experience.
This is us with the producer lady.