I have always loved music videos. I am constantly being told off because I just watch them all the time. I can remember as a teenager watching videos over and over again trying to learn every move and it was my ambition when I moved to London to be in one music video. So when in January this year, I went on a date with a guy who managed music artists and could get me in a video I was very interested. 11 months later my dream finally came true.
The story starts on a cold Saturday morning in Bermondsey, which wasn't quite as glamorous as I had always imagined. I arrived at studio along with children street dancers and other women models/dancers. We all waited in anticipation for the arrival of the artist King Kash. All morning I waited for us to finally get on set, whilst I froze myself off in the process. By the time I got on set I was starving having not eaten all day and managing to pull enthusiasm and energy from somewhere took some work.
Track on, Lights on, Fan on...it was time for me to work it. It was weird how in a club, at a tube platform, on the pavement I have no problem dancing but in a studio with all eyes on me if was a different story. I was so scared, I could feel my body shaking and my heart pumping out my chest. I was HOT, but not the type I needed to be for the video. The wonderful Videographer Danielle Da Silva encouraged me and after a take I forgot everyone else was in the room and just performed. By the time I was done I didn't want to stop and I really hope I get the chance to be in another video one day.
But the story doesn't end there. Now I have to wait patiently for the footage to be edited to see if I even make the final cut and if I do exactly what sections of me get used. So now I wait in anticipation for King Kash's H.O.T.
