How I almost became a movie star in India

Everythings going alright in Sydney. I've just started dancing and am still looking for a job. Or, well, I haven't really started yet since I've been just dancing and watching cable tv at our hostel :D

But I desperately need a job since my weekly accommodation rate is $150 and if I want to continue dancing it'll cost me about $150 more/10 classes. Plus food. Shoes I haven't bought as well as I haven't really bought anything else either. I just want to dance and get in shape again. I take this city as an exercise challenge. I try to walk everywhere I can and it takes about 45 min for me to walk to the dance studio. So I'm pretty tired every day.

Last Monday on the dance studios I heard my latin funk teacher talk about a Bollywood movie audition. Sure, why not. I wanted to see what the auditions are like here. Just for shits and giggles!

I was quite sceptic about the whole me being fair, but apparently they just loooooove the western look in India.

I practised eight eights of the Disco Inferno choreography we did on SNF in my head, found the song from a record store (they have these superb machines where you can choose the songs you want and make your own cd! Each song is about $1,80!) and found myself in North Sydney Mango dance school on Tuesday afternoon. I did the crappiest job ever after 2 years of not dancing but it was one way of spending a day.

On Wednesday the production company called me. "We were very impressed in what we saw and would like to see you in final auditions on Thursday." WHAT??! I just laughed the rest of the day.

Today I went to the auditions and felt very very embarrased since I honestly didn't feel like I deserved to be there. There were about 4 "blondes" and everyone else was dark. We did a dance routine and after that the Indian choreographer started dividing people into two groups. "You, you and you, thank you for coming!" Guess the colour of our hair?

Don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter at all it was definately interesting. Me and this contemporary dancer Bianca (blonde) just wanted to leave the auditions before they even started :D

So that was my first experience of racism, hahaha!

I also met this "old school" hiphop guru at the train station yesterday. We started chatting and I found out that he is one of the most respected characters in Sydney's street dance industry. And guess what? He looks 30+ but is actually 54! And he still teaches hiphop. He promised to try and get me some work/contacts through him. That would be awesome since I'd rather get money by doing something I like than waitressing :/ And yes, I wont be blue-eyed.

Our hostel Blue Parrot is at Kings Cross which is basically the red light district in Sydney. It's so funny how even though this are is considered(and is) very dodgy there still are high quality shops here. This is basically the Kallio of Sydney. So, keeping my eyes open and hand on my bag even though it's suprisingly safe to walk around here.

I've only seen three hookers and a few junkies. This one junkie was a clear crystal meth victim. She was talking to herself aggressively and had red spots all over her face from picking it. That was very scary.

There are so many things here that I'm just being too naiive about. I know the downside of life and know there are junkies and less fortunate people but to actually see them is a totally different thing. It really makes me realize just how safe Finland is. How lucky am I to walk home from a bar at 3am during winter, heels on, a bit tipsy and having absolutely no one to harass me in Hyvinkaa.

I miss the crispynes of winter! I tried to describe Sara and other no snow people how wonderful it actually is when it's -25 C and you step outside. How you're just gasping for air and it's that cold that you can't even feel it! And how beautiful it is on a February afternoon when the sun is shining and it seems like the whole scenery is filled with diamonds!

I'm actually missing winter. I comfort myself by watching snowboarding and cheering for our boys :D

OOookei, time to end the novel again.

Enjoy winter, I'm sweating as soon as I step outside.

ps. I'll be home on the 19th of June in the afternoon.