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Ever wonder how they find those people to comment on topics for those tabloid TV shows? I used to. Until last week.
Early in the morning on October 5, I got a call from a producer at "Inside Edition" asking if I was the woman who wrote the blog "Confessions of an IT Girl." Fame at last. Yes, yes I am. I had written a blog on my futile attempts to get Hannah Montanta concert tickets for my daughter, and they wanted to interview me about how tickets had sold out like hotcakes and kids and parents alike were getting very disappointed to find tickets selling for hundreds over the face value.
Sure, I said. Bring it on. And so the adventure began.
I detail it in all its glory in an entry on "Confessions of an IT Girl", but here's the main parts of what happened.
The cast of characters on my end were me, my 8 year old daughter, and my husband. My daughter's best friend was there also, with her mom. My 1 year old son had the good fortune to pass out and was blissfully asleep in his crib.
The main event begins when the camera crew shows up. It was 7:30pm, 3 hours later than planned due to their covering developments with Marion Jones in White Plains. When they show up, I meet Holly, the very nice AP who has a camera and sound guy with her. Everyone is very pleasant. As they begin setting up, I panic, which seems to be my mode for the day. Why am I doing this? Is this some perverse desire for fame for me, or worse, my kid? Have I become the Dina Lohan of Ardsley? Am I selling her out in an effort to make her the next Britney Spears? Do I really think I could get Hannah tickets out of this for my daughter? Having my husband scowling in the kitchen helps matters not at all. I settle down with the knowledge that it’s just a fun thing for the girls to do. Heck, maybe it will help my blog traffic. Maybe we get tickets out of it for the girls somehow. How bad could this be?
As Holly asks questions and directs our answers, I realize that she’s hoping I’m going to get mad…really mad. Screaming irrational psycho parent kind of mad. And I’m really not that way. Yes, I’m disappointed I didn’t get tickets. She keeps saying that parents are suing Ticketmaster, that tickets are going on some sites for up to $3,000, doesn’t that make me MAD? Well, yes and no. Mad at the scalpers for finding a way to do that. Mad at Ticketmaster that I’ve been buying concert tickets for 25+ years now and this keeps happening. Not mad at poor Miley Cyrus, who seems like a decent enough kid who really doesn't deserve any of our anger.
Then the producer starts refering to a web article that lists something about the Missouri AG who is suing Ticketmaster alleging fraud, and Ticketmaster suing some ticket broker who has found a way around their systems. All of which, unfortunately, is news to me. I wish I had done my Hannah homework, but I didn't. Having failed with me, Holly turns to my daughter. Now, whose who know Little IT know that she’s no shrinking violet. However, when the camera turned on her, she became quiet and shy. They really tried to work in some questions that could be answered coherently, but Little IT didn’t give them much to work with. C’est la vie. Her friend is more articulate, but still, she's 7, so what she says is the voice of a little kid.
They then decide to get some other shots for B roll footage- the girls dancing in front of the TV to a Hannah Montana DVD, the three of us doing homework at the dining room table (look out for the Dummies product placement here), and the girls putting on their identical Hannah Halloween costumes in Little IT’s bedroom. Holly made the girls repeatedly say how much they love Hannah and, in unison, “Hannah Montana, please help us.” I start feeling a little icky and look at the mom of the other girl.
