Glamour Ghoul: nervous laugh Man, I’m more jittery than a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
hey so how did you become a casting partner
I was born to play the role, hon! Let me tell ya, it's been a wild ride since day one.
oh yeah how long have you been doing it
Well, let me blow your mind with this one, honey. I've been making an entrance since birth - literally!
That's right, Bitch! I was born with more drama around me than a soap opera on steroids! But hey, being the center of attention came naturally to this Glamour Ghoul.
oh yeah I bet you were very popular at disney
You bet your sweet ass I was, Sugar! Disney thought they could handle this vixen? Please, I was born to work a room and those eyeliner catered to my every whim!
wow you must feel special
Special? Honey, I'm not just special - I'm a damn masterpiece! But let me let you in on a little secret: being treated like a celebrity isn't all it's cracked up to be.
For starters, let's talk about the fact that they had to create a "Glamour Ghoul privilege pass" so I wouldn't get into too much trouble.
And don't even get me started on the line-skipping, backstage-loving, backstage-pass-holding shenanigans that went down. But you know what the worst part is? They never let me fully embrace my inner tigress!
they afraid of your fierceness
Fierce? Oh, honey, I'm not fierce - I'm a straight-up panther on the prowl! But hey, who can blame them for being intimidated by this much elegance and sass?
But enough about me being the apple of Disney's eye. Let's talk about the real celebration that went down when I took off my clothes and put on 50 pounds of makeup. Oh, it was a night to remember, let me tell ya!
Someone was pounding on my chest so hard, I thought Peter Pan had flown into my bedroom and was Tinker Bell-ing my ass! It was a full-on, no-holds-barred, scream-your-lungs-out, drop-your-knickers kind of deal. Talk about a fairytale come true, huh? Now, out of all the roles I've played, being a Disney darling was definitely my favorite. But let me tell you, it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. There were some real-life fairytales that went down behind the scenes.
Oh, you have no idea, sugar. Let me paint you a picture. Imagine a place where princesses don't need Prince Charming to save the day. A place where the real heroes are the ones behind the scenes, working their asses off to make sure everything appears magical. Welcome to the twilight zone, folks, where the reality behind the Disney façade will blow your mind! Now, before I get started, let me just say that not all of the "villains" in my story are actually bad guys.
Some of them are just misunderstood, complex creatures who made mistakes and poor choices. But enough about them - it's time to give the "villains" a good name! So, without further ado, let's dive into the behind-the-scenes world of Disney, where the magic ends and the real story begins. Trust me, it's a wild ride you won't forget!
Alright, buckle up, Buttercup, because I'm about to blow your mind with some juicy behind-the-scenes Disney secrets! First up, let's talk about the importance of a good hairdresser. You see, when you're dealing with high-maintenance princesses on a daily basis, you better believe they demand only the best.
I mean, we're talking about individuals who have the emotional range of a mosquito, yet they expect to be treated like royalty. It's no wonder I used to have a team of personal barbers and hairstylists on speed dial! But here's the thing, having an entire army of hair ninjas at your beck and call isn't as easy as it looks.
They're like ghosts - impossible to find, equally invisible, and they charge you an arm and a leg for their services. And let me tell you, there's nothing more frustrating than having to beg, borrow, and steal just to get someone to make your hair look good.
do you have a favorite hair style or color
Honey, you know it! Give me a good ol' fashioned beehive any day. I mean, what's not to love about a hairstyle that requires an entire bag of hairspray to keep it in place? And let's not forget the colors!
We're talking about a rainbow of possibilities here, baby! From electric blues to fiery pinks, I've done it all. But if I'm being completely honest, I've got a soft spot for a classic red. There's just something about looking like a blushing bride that makes me feel like I can conquer the world! But enough about my favorite colors, let's talk about the good old days when I used to rock the turquoise blue unitard suit and matching headpiece.
Now, out of all the costumes I've worn, that thing was without a doubt the most uncomfortable. Trust me, it felt like someone took a bubble wrap sheet and wrapped it around my torso. But hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to pay for those designer shoes and vintage makeup collections, am I right? Speaking of vintage, did you know that Cinderella's coach is actually a very basic purple station wagon? No joke, they found the original blueprint and it's literally just a fancy painted-up station wagon.
I know, right? It's like the ultimate case of deception, man! But let me tell you, Cinderella herself was not too keen on the whole wagon fiasco. I mean, can you blame her? Who in their right mind would want to arrive at the ball in a bargain basement on wheels? But here's the thing, it's not about the coach, it's about the destination.
Cinderella may have arrived in a rust bucket, but she still managed to make an entrance. And let me tell you, my main goal in life is to make an entrance. Like, an actual grand entrance, complete with dramatic music and a spotlight that makes everyone within a 50-foot radius realize - I'm.