VH1 Pickup Artist 2 Casting

Last day of the Festival, guys. This was by far the brighest day of the event. It was a big bold sunny day. There was constant movement all around me. Couldn't catch my breath. Bodies pressing against me. Voices surrounding me. Question after question that needed answers. Did I have any? Sometimes...but I couldn't feed every face that needed my attention. I did know one thing though. This day had brought me back to life again. I needed that rush. I needed that kick. I needed this day. After six hours of volunteering, my day was done. I turned in my walkie talkie and decided to roam the festival grounds. I breathed in all the art around me. It lightened my soul. There was one booth in particular that caught my eye. It was Emerson Matabele's (www.emersonimages.com) booth of photograhy. This guy had some amazing work. He combined images with a quote. All the images were of people from Third World countries...and they were all mesmerizing. As I was reading one, I noticed this girl beside me. I could tell she had an artistic soul and I definitely liked the way she dressed (like a Mocca colored Denise Huxtable). She walked up beside me as I was looking at some images. I commented on how powerful the quotes were. She agreed. I leaned in closer to her and pointed out a few more images. She stepped towards me and we kind of lost ourselves in the compositions. I didn't want to hang around her for too long so I began to move around the art space. I would look up often and notice her near me...And then she was gone. Lost opportunity? Well, I picked up a calling card from the artist assistant before I left. The card had an image of two Buddhist monks from Myannmar. The quote beneath it stated, "All true art must help the soul to realize its inner self..." - Gandhi. I looked up and noticed a familiar figure just in the distance. It was the same girl from earlier. I approached her and showed her the card. After she read it, she said, "That's amazing! How did you get a card?" I said, "You didn't get one? Well, we need to change that." So I took her by the arm and waltzed her back to the art booth. When we got there, she pulled out a card that she had received and realized that she had been mistaken. She didn't realize that the card had an image and quote on the back of it. She said, "I want the same one you have though." We both laughed about that and she picked out another card. As we started walking back, she told me how she was getting back into photography. I talked a little about my art background. We both shared a passion for it. It was obvious. When I mentioned if she had ever been to the High Museum, she said she was kinda new to Atlanta and had not. We chatted it up for a few more minutes. Then I started to turn to walk away. But I turned around and said, "It was nice talking to you." She told me her name and I told her mine. Then I pulled out a pen and the Buddhist art card. I flipped it over and said, "How about you write your number down for me?" She took the pen and did so. What do you know? I got a number close. This last day as a volunteer was definitely a big, bright, bold sunny day...