Picture it: Hollywood, California. The year was 2009, peak recession. I was fresh out of college and a year long internship with BBC Worldwide, in my very first industry job. I was a Production Assistant at Dancing with the Stars, and I was having the time of my life.
5? 6? days a week, I’d schlep myself from Orange County across the 405-to-the-605-to-the-5-to-the-101 to the CBS lot behind The Grove, an hour and a half each way, for a glorious 12-hour shift of re-stocking crafty, making host Tom Bergeron tea (two teabags of Twining Earl Grey with a generous amount of honey, cooled down to drinking temp) right before he recorded voiceover, posting up and ready-for-duty at various spots on set, delivering costumes to contestants homes, researching and buying props for the shows from sometimes creepy warehouses with date-rape-vibe-employees, ordering producer lunches from the Farmer’s Market next door, and coordinating rehearsal checkin’s and filming and spray tans at the dance studio. I was in the belly of the beast that is television production, assisting and observing on the #1 show in America, and I could not have been happier.Continue reading “When I was Dancing with the Stars”