Tags: Merrill Markoe, Reality show
I think it is time for me to have a reality show. So I have made the important decisions.
My reality show is going to be about the highs and lows, the pitfalls and the triumphs of being a single woman. You will share in the heartaches and the struggles but you will also be there for the good times. My problems will turn out to be not so different from your problems because I will do the research necessary during pre-production to make sure that we are in sync.
I don’t think the fact that I am not actually single right now will get in the way of my reality show. The man I live with has a studio out in the front yard. You won’t ever see him. He will be restricted to using the back door to get to the bathroom or the bedroom while we are filming. Plus he gets up early. No one will know he’s around.
Once he is out of the house for the day, the cameras will come bursting into my bedroom. I see a great panoramic shot of me sprawled out on my pastel sheets, my hair splayed gently across the pillows as the dogs leap up to wake me, barking happily, on my beautiful four poster bed. (I am totally going to buy the antique chestnut carved king sized canopy bed with the genuine button tufted Italian leather headboard that is for sale on Ebay for $3569. the very minute I get my first paycheck from my reality show.) My four dogs will obviously play a big role in the show because everyone knows how much my dogs mean to me. But since my actual dogs are not particularly obedient, I will have some better dogs standing in for my dogs on my reality show. They will be nicer looking and will know how to make the kinds of faces on command that make everyone say “aww”. I have been told I am too dead pan and needlessly esoteric so when something emotional happens, we will cut to a shot of one of “my dogs,” making a sad or quizzical face. That will underline how the dogs understand me better than people. And during these “cut-aways” the crew will be able to add a drop of glycerine to my cheeks so that, in the finished edit, a single tear rolls gently down my face.
I will try to make frequent use of a tender smile on my reality show.,
The way a typical episode of my show will work (as if any aspect of my life could be called typical!!) is that after I ‘wake up’ in the morning ‘my dogs’ will bound in to my bedroom and one of them will bring me the newspaper. (If newspapers have all gone under by the time my show starts to film, one of the dogs will bring me an IPAD instead.) We have now embarked on the hilarious section of the show where you can expect the unexpected as I make astute comedic observations about the day’s’ current events’. Because I am alone in the room, it will seem like I am just adlibbing these remarks. But I will have “help” from as many ‘idea helpers’ as our budget will allow. Was Brad happiest with Jennifer or Angelina? Who is Snooki dating? If anyone still knows who these people are when my show gets on the air, you can bet I will have some really great things to say about them!
There will also be plenty of funny reactions from the dogs in this segment that are certain to “go viral”.on You Tube the next day. For instance, if I make a remark about swine flu, we will cut to one of the dogs wearing a pig snout!
But the fun is just starting. Probably about ten minutes in to this segment, we hear the door bell ring and uh oh! My best friend Felicity, the psychic/fashion designer that lives next door, will drop by. Since my real neighbors The McShanes have a 9 to 5 job in the restaurant business, the proper casting of my psychic.fashion designer neighbor Felicity will be very important. Fingers crossed that one of the Kardashians will be out of work by the time we get our air date.
As the segment gets rolling, cameras will follow us as we move “the party” in to my cozy state of the art kitchen where Felicity will hold the audience spellbound with celebrity predictions while I make us both a lo- calorie , budget conscious recipe that will appear simultaneously on our website (and later be featured in a best selling book.)
As you can imagine, Felicity’s special powers always seem to propel us both in to some unpredictable fixes. For example: Imagine how I might react when Felicity says, in that droll way of hers, “Wear something nice today! The love of your life will be shopping at Trader Joe’s.”(Possible sponsor? If not check with Albertson’s, Kroeger’s, Ralph’s, Safeway etc.) But then, before I can find out what time of day true love will occur, Felicity runs off to give an emergency psychic fashion reading to one of the Real Housewives of Somewhere !
So I go to all the trouble of getting dolled up and calling in sick at work (at my job as a fashion magazine assistant if we can find someone who will let me assist them) and then driving all the way to ( market TK) where I have to figure out a way to remain in the store for many hours, monitoring every man who comes in the front door, always wondering if he is ‘the one.”. Naturally we will fill the store with our own ‘unlikely suspects’. One guy will be way too young! Another will be way too old or too heavy or else he’s just too ugly! I will shake my head and roll my eyes as we cut to the spinning hands of a clock. Well! Needless to say I am pretty ticked off after wasting all day hanging around a damn super market and meeting no one except the attractive store manager, Keith, who is already engaged. Darn the luck.
By the time I am driving home, I am hopping mad. I think I’d better confront Felicity and let her know how her stupid predictions totally ruined my day. I figure she must be out at one of the many super hot Hollywood night spots where we are both regulars. (note: We will definitely know what a few of these are by pre- production.)
So I throw on one of my perfect little dressy outfits topped off with a pair of my many five inch sling backs.,( which will also be for sale on our website. And by this time I will not only have learned how to walk in stilettos but will also have taken enough dance lessons that I can cross promote the show with an appearance on Dancing with the Stars. ) Then I will pin my blonde hair up on top of my head , ( I will be blond on my new reality show. Also I will get breast implants and liposuction!) and to the throbbing rhythms of the hottest new hip hop song we can afford (or a song by John Mayer or some other guy who will cut a deal in exchange for publicity) I will get out my I Phone (possible sponsor?) and call a few of my friends. Look out! We are ready for action! (Since I know that my real friends are getting kind of old for my core demographic, on my reality show they will be replaced by some “new friends” who are recognizable “types.” For example, my dear friend Sue will be played by a mixed race twenty something girl who teaches stripper-polercizing classes . She and I hate each other. But we also love each other. So every week who knows what will happen!)
Right after the last commercial break of episode one, we will go to a close up of me as I reapply my lip gloss. The tension builds. And then in a medium shot, set to whatever power ballad we can afford, I burst through the doors of the (name tk) club totally ready to give that so-called friend Felicity what for! Still, how could I ever be prepared for what I see? There at a table in the center of everything is Felicity, in a low cut dress, pouring champagne and toasting my old boyfriend Gunther. Gunther! Who I haven’t seen since he broke my heart six months ago! Gunther, who the audience knows all about because he is in the opening credits! I had no idea until right now that he and Felicity even knew each other! My old boyfriend! My best friend! I hate them. I love them. Knife in my heart! Tears in my eyes. End part one.
Of course everyone will be back next week to see what happens! Set that tivo right now! Especially after they play the teaser for episode two, where we see me outside another club searching for my valet parking ticket. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to me right behind me in line is an impossibly attractive guy. I am trying to ignore him because he is so not my type. Or so I think. But somehow I can not help but hear him talking on his cell phone complaining that all the girls he has met at this club are just too young and shallow. And then, uh oh, when I am trying to pay the valet, I drop my purse. And this gorgeous guy squats down to pick it up. We practically bump heads, then look in to each others eyes and :BOING . It is Keith! The store manager I met at Trader Joe’s! Was Felicity’s prediction right after all? Was I wrong to get mad at her? But if I hadn’t, then I would never have known about Gunther!!
Can it ever work out between me and Keith? We are from two different worlds! He is blue collar. I am from the arts. Oil and water. Or so the tabloids will be buzzing. The ladies on The View will all have something to say. The whole world will want to know what I am going to do. But my viewers have a feeling that somehow it will work out because my viewers all know that on my reality show, I always put them first. All my stories will be based on research about the kind of things my core demographic thinks might happen to them.
Also, there will be vampires.