Not sure if you read my post from last week, but a couple of weeks ago Qantas flew me over to LA on a very fancy plane so I could stay in a very fancy hotel and go to some very fancy celebrity parties. You know, cos I’m a total big shot.
My first red carpet experience was at the Qantas Spirit of Australia Party, which you can catch up on here.
The next party I had to go to? The GDay USA celebrity-filled Black Tie Gala. You know – NO BIGGIE.
Normally I would be intimidated, but after the first red carpet soirée, I totally felt like an old pro at this ‘fancy celebrity party’ thing. Oh, John Travolta’s going to be there? Met him already. Tina Arena’s performing? Took a photo with her the other night.
After my epic red carpet success at the first party, I was pretty confident this one was also going to breeze.
And it… Well, it was terrifying.
This Gala was a big deal. For starters, everything was bigger. Bigger venue, more people, longer red carpet. It was legit.
The press (that’s me), had to check in at security and get our ‘credentials’ before being escorted to the red carpet – which was EPIC. Pretty much every major Australian and international press group was represented there. And we each had about 20cms on which to stand. (Basically the amount of room that the sheet of paper with your name on it took up on the floor. So yeah, we were packed in.)
The television people took up the first 3/4 of the carpet. Websites and publications were down the other end. There was a lot of drama because the carpet didn’t actually stretch as long as the press line, so journalists down my end were panicked that stars weren’t going to stop and talk to us.
I knew pretty much straight away that selfies weren’t going to cut it here. Unlike the fun, relaxed vibe at the Qantas party, this red carpet was pretty hard core. I could already feel the competitive energy in the air. When it came to the press, it was every man for himself.
I didn’t really have a plan. I was live-instagramming and tweeting the whole night for Mamamia, so all I really wanted was photos. They didn’t even have to be selfies – any photos would do.
The first arrivals began trickling in (okay – so I asked Kim Beazley for a selfie – things were still pretty quiet then though). There was lots of yelling and hustling for interviews, but mostly is was ok. “Alright,” I thought. “I’ve got this.”
But as more and more celebs began arriving, things took a turn. The journalists around me actually went crazy. It was like the press were a pack of zombies, the stars on the red carpet were brains and the only thing keeping the two apart was a flimsy red rope. There was so much yelling, surging, pushing. To be honest, it was kind of more interesting to watch the press side of the red carpet than the red carpet side of the red carpet.