Behind the scenes at the MusicOz Awards
Wednesday, May 23, 2012 at 11:49AM I know it was a whole week ago. It's taken me ages to write this post. My apologies. What can I say? Sometimes I'm just rubbish at blogging.
But I'm here now, so let's not waste time.
Now where were we? Oh yes... that's right, before the awards I was concerned about 2 main issues.
1. The red carpet. I was quite seriously worried that I would look like a fool as I found myself on the red carpet wondering what to do (while media people took photos of my awkwardness).
2. The cold. The little number I had picked out seemed to be right for the type of event, but very wrong for the predicted temperature of 'very bloody cold'.
I'll get to how these two worries panned out a little later, but firstly, I need to mention one other thing. In heading down to an awards night at the Sydney Opera House, I guess I was expecting one thing more than anything else.. glamour.
Well... how do I say this? While the photos and footage of the event may well have looked glamorous... the behind the scenes reality was anything but. And that's just the way I like it.
Let me start at the beginning.
While the event itself didn't start until 7, for us finalists it began much earlier. I got dressed, did my hair and makeup at about 2pm and I set off around 3. Now considering the fancy night ahead, most people would probably have taken a taxi.. but not this independent artist. I saved my pennies and took the train. What I hadn't thought of was that at 3.15 on a Tuesday afternoon, the carriages would be filled with school kids. I was surrounded by teenage boys eating hot chips and occasionaly throwing them at each other. Priceless. At least there was no tomato sauce.
From the train I headed to our meeting point. I only had to walk around 800m but heels are really not my bag. With blisters on both feet already (and this was only 3.30) my first stop was the bathroom with blister bandaids. I wasn't alone. Take another look back through the photos of the evening. The girls look completely comfortable in their outfits don't they? Little do you know that many of those girls were in the bathroom only minutes earlier, desperately applying bandaids, trying to fix ladders in stockings and even trying to cover holes in skirts.
Once the wardrobe mishaps were taken care of though.. time to hit the carpet.
Now what do you think happens on a carpet? That artists and personalities instinctively know how to be glamorous and are perfectly at ease? Not likely. Let me tell you what really happens. The artists queue up at the organised location. The media arranges themselves where they have been told to. And at the right time, after much waiting, one of the team of organisers tells the first artist to walk on the carpet. The others wait while that person has their moment. That person is then ushered off and the next artist is told it's their turn. Time on the actual carpet is probably between 5 - 10 seconds. So much for the 15 minutes of fame...
Once you've queued up for the carpet though.. that's not the end. When you walk off the carpet, you join the next queue, for interviews. So much waiting around. Fascinating.
I was interviewed by a presenter riding a scooter, and somehow or other, I ended up being taken for a joy roy, standing up, around the Opera House.. all for the camera of course. It's not that easy riding a scooter standing up in heels...
And from there.. you can pretty much guess the rest. I went into the Opera House (met some very entertaining people) and then took my seat for the awards. (It was only at this point that I realised I hadn't even noticed the cold outside.)
The cameras rolled, the lights were flashing, and the performances were impressive. This is the glamour you were expecting right? Kamahl was even there!
But while all of the flashing lights were great to see.. I have to say, my favourite part was the less glamorous side. There's too much pressure in glamour... I like things to be real. I loved the chip fight... the blisters.. the wardrobe mishaps. That's what made it interesting.
So now that I know the reality of a night like this.. instead of being nervous next time.. I'll be excited. I'll put my blister bandaids on even before I leave the house, and I'll be ready for all kinds of things to go wrong. And my clutch will be filled with a needle and thread. Just in case. You never know.
Thanks MusicOz Awards, I had a great time!
