Fifteen minutes of fame was just an expression until today. Today was literally fifteen minutes and just like that it was over. Before today, I read countless articles about what to expect walking into a Bachelor audition. They were all relatively the same, but experiencing it and reading it are way different. Let me tell you exactly how it went...
The audition was just outside of Baltimore from 5-9pm at the Live! Casino. I arrived about 30 minutes early because every article I read said that the lines of girls auditioning went out the door. Well maybe that is for larger cities like New York, but for Hanover, Maryland, I was number 5 in line and was in and out by 5:15pm. I grabbed a seat at the bar and ordered a vodka seltzer. As my mom says, "I'll fit right in on the show". I was sipping on my drink to kill some time and calm the nerves, when another girl sat down next to me. I decided to start some conversation because I thought I'd be here for at least a few hours (wrong). I honestly never even asked her name... but she was also auditioning for the show, this being her THIRD audition for a reality tv show. Kudos to you nameless contestant, but when she said she never watched the Bachelor I got a little defensive. This show is sacred to me. I love love and auditioning for this show was on my bucket list and this girl kinda put a damper on it. But anyways... soon after a producer came up and gathered all of the girls at the bar to get ready to begin. We were cattle-herded into a line to have our photo taken. We had to write our name, age, and phone number on a white board and hold it up for the camera. Then two more shots were taken without our info, one waist up and one full-body. After this, we were herded into another room that was set up like cocktail-style with seating and different lounge areas. We were instructed to fill out a six page application, which I had already done at home, so I skipped this part and handed my application and signed waiver off to a girl named Mallory (hey!). After this they seated me in a booth, gave me my first (hopefully of many) Bachelor roses, and told me to wait for other interviewees. It only took about 5 minutes to have 6-8 girls in our booth and we were again whisked off to the interview room.
This was the moment I had mentally prepared for on my two hour ride. The moment I had practiced phrases and sentences to say. And the moment lasted approximately 7 minutes. The interview "rooms" were curtained off areas, all attached to one another. I was first up this time and entered my curtain where I was greeted by another producer who had me sign some more papers and put a mic on me. As I sat in the chair in front of paparazzi lights and staring into a camcorder I was oddly calm. Again I wrote my name, age, and phone number on a white board and the interview began. I had to give her my basic info: name, age, occupation (shoutout to Uber!), do I personally know anyone that's been on the bachelor, was I married, any kids. After these basic questions, her first real question was about my hobbies. This whole thing was a tad awkward because as I am sitting here talking about how much I like to snowboard and do fun things with my dog, she is sitting there reading the exact same thing on the application in her hand. It's like when you're applying for a job and they ask you to list your work experience when you already gave them a resume. The she asked the most important question of the whole reason for the franchise: What's your dating history? Keep it brief. It's like she knew I could name off at least 13 names of boys who have wronged me in the past and why each of them led to me sitting in this chair staring into a blinding light asking some stranger to let me find love on tv. But I had to keep it brief and let me tell you how hard that was. I rehearsed in my head for days now exactly how my dating experience should be told, but of course, that's not how it came out. I started by telling her about the last person I actually dated, like in a relationship with... FIVE YEARS AGO. I'm 25, so that makes me seem like I'm probably not looking for love on tv, but I absolutely am. I told her why I ended things with him and how my first ever love kind of ruined love for me and so here I am. After about 7 minutes, it was all over. She took my mic off of me, and told me I was all finished. I asked her what to expect the next steps to be and she said they mail the tapes off to the producers and directors in LA and, if selected, I will get a phone call mid to late July and the next steps begin in August with filming starting in September.
While I know my chances are super slim of actually getting selected out of the thousands of applications they must receive, it was still really fun to do it. If I do get selected, my roommates already have planned out my hometown date (assuming I make it that far even), complete with them in ball gowns, drinking wine, acting British for some reason, and even hiring makeup and hair stylists. Good luck guys, you will have to fight off my mom for hometown rights. But before we get ahead of ourselves, lets just wait and see if the odds are in my favor and if God is on my side. Keep in contact and keep checking in and lets just hope for the best on this journey.
I've been a religious Bachelor fan since I was first exposed to Ben Higgins three short seasons ago. How I made it 23 years without watching a season of this show is beyond me, but now I am addicted. Since my first episode I've always said I would love to be on the show. It all started as a joke, about a year ago when I found out I was being laid off from The Knot. My coworkers were avid Bachelor fans and we talked about it each week on Tuesday morning, so when I found out I was losing my job I joked and said "there's a casting call in NYC in July, I'll be there." I didn't go though. I moved home and began my dreaded job search. I put the Bachelor on the back burner and didn't give it another thought until this year. My roommates jokingly said they could see me on the show, we joked about life in the mansion, but thats all it was... a joke.
About three weeks ago Shawna texted in our group chat for my email address. She said she was nominating me for the Bachelor and that I needed to send her 7 photos to include in the application. I laughed and said 'okay, sure' and picked out my best photos. She submitted an online application and mailed one in. Continuing on with the joke I said, 'since I got fired and have free time I think I should take it as a sign and go to the in person audition'. We looked up local cities and dates and now here I am, back in my hammock, writing about my joke of an audition that isn't actually a joke anymore... It's real life. Tomorrow I am trekking to Baltimore to stand in line with probably a thousand other girls and sit in front of a camera and pour my heart out to a complete stranger and beg for my chance to be on next seasons show.
And I am TERRIFIED.
But also really excited. Like as excited as I was when my parents finally caved and bought me a horse or how excited I expect to be on my wedding day. But it's also really hard to contain my excitement and not get my hopes up. They receive hundreds of thousands of applicants for The Bachelor Franchise and only 27 girls go on each season. 27. My odds are very slim, but it's more about the experience. I'm doing something that not many people do. I'm putting myself out there and hoping that this producer sees in me what every person that says they could see me on the show saw in me. I was made for this. Having lost two jobs in a year span was super hard on my ego, but I lost them both in the same time of year. The Bachelor films in the fall, and I was free last fall and I am going to be free this fall. The nice part of being a grad student and full-time Uber driver is that I have nothing but time and a flexible schedule.
There are some skeptics and preconceived notions about "finding love" on tv. But tbh, it has to be better than the "love" I'm finding generically. There are some amazing love stories to come from The Bachelor shows: Carly & Evan, Sean & Catherine, ASHLEY I & JARROD. If you don't watch the shows then those couples mean nothing to you, but to the fans, they found their soulmate on television. True love is true love. Doesn't matter where you find it. If this journey is in my cards, then God will make sure that it works out for me. And if it isn't, then my dream man is still out there and this will be a great story to tell him.
Tomorrow, I will live document as much as I can on Snapchat (follow me: @mallory_anne03) and absolutely document the entire thing in another blog post on Friday. But in the meantime, say your prayers, wish me luck, and cross your fingers and toes that I will get to bless your tv screens come next January.
Author - mallory
I've always lived a wild life, so here I am to document it for the world... be ready for some fun adventures, xoxo.