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I was at a show casting with my two roommates, we stood in a line for an hour (relatively quick for fashion week) and we waited amongst the Lilys and Codies in the queue. The top girls, we're being called card by card to get into the clothes and immediately be fitted. The new girls, were told to walk and take a photo and only then would they, maybe,get a look to try on. As I was approaching the beginning of the queue, the casting director noticed me as he scanned the room and waved. I'd never met him before. This was really awkward.
Presumbing I had not seen him, he stopped casting and came over and said "hey Candice!".
He moved the girls out of the way and pulled me forward, I could sense from his body language that he was approaching me to take me into a fitting, no more queuing or casting for that matter. Don't be ask how, I just knew. But I was confused, who was he talking to? I half turned around expecting the winged model herself, and after realizing he was addressing me - and half the room at this point- I replied that I wasn't Candice. He looked surprised, and then asked me for my name, I said it and you know what he did? Went back to his casting. No Candice, no fitting. He didn't tell me to go, so I stayed in line and waited for my turn - after all it was an open casting so why not?
At this point the mean spirited assistant, who had been spending the last hour crying down the phone with agencies attempting to navigate between options and confirmations, moved further down the page of girls to be seen and began calling new girls to go in. She had scanned past my name and gone straight to a german girl who everyone was dying to book. I apologized for interrupting her but mentioned that she seemed to have passed me in the list, and you know what she did? She looked down at her list, found my name on a previous page and then said 'I'm sorry, but we didn't request to see you so thank you but you need to leave". Nothing more, nothing less. I had been standing in line for an hour, I had even spoken to the assistant briefly asking if we needed heels and I had waited patiently in eye view. The assistant did not even tell me I wouldn't have a shot at the casting, she just moved past my name on the list and planned to ignore me until I approached her, im going to presume she thought I was Candice as well until the casting director was corrected....
The next few weeks were hectic, I didn't have the time to think about it rationally but afterwards when I did, I couldn't get why this casting was still bothering me and then I realized why. I was given the time and day by this 'esteemed' casting director because he thought I was Candice, but when he realized I was just another blonde girl, he didn't want to know. He looked at my face, and he saw a face he liked and he acknowledged me - and yet without those wings, I wasnt even good enough to try out for the casting. On a personal level it was mean, but on a professional level it was appalling. his job is to know the difference between one blonde to another, to know what girl is doing what jobs and what girl is called what. I make have similar statistics to Candice, similar characteristics but it is definitely not the first comparison people make when they see me. He couldn't even tell the difference between a nobody (me) and a supermodel... and this is a man who is authorized with the handling of how many prestigious shows? It makes me feel sick to imagine that he is in a position of that much influence and control and that if he wants to, he can decide whether or not your career will be relevant or not....In his eyes, I was worth his time and when he thought I was Candice, he thought I was good enough to be associated with the show - but if the look is the most important thing, then please explain to me why I was not good enough once I wasn't Candice. Every valid reason has crossed my mind, but at the end of the day you and I both know the real reason. The same reason why there is ten breakthrough newcomers every season and a thousand girls crushed to the side.....
Source:
http://amodelanonymous.blogspot.com/2012/03/day-casting-director-mistook-me-for.html