Beginning to Begin

I recently was asked to help produce a video for the Academy's Graduation Fashion Show. Bright and bubbly me will be at your service, gripping a microphone for dear life as I watch time deny all physics. Apparently events like these make 20 hour days feel like 3 hours. My hair will be professionally poofed backstage with models as I try to convince them that crack does not count as meal and that people do have careers after the age of 23. It will be filled with glorious interviews with hob nobby people that I am sworn to secrecy to not release. Simon, the director of the department, gave me knife, made me cut myself open, and had me sign a contract in my own blood. But that's o.k because I'm sure they can prove tho the jury that it was only red ink. And if all goes well, to New York Fashion Week for another video, and the launch party for the magazine I am on staff with- OneEighty. The video should be up in May. The year of Amy is beginning to begin.