I remember watching Madonna’s “Truth or Dare”, and thinking what an amazing feeling it must be to have fifty thousand fans in a building who worship you and have paid money just to see you, and that are in awe of you. Last night was my first public appearance since the mainstream media explosion of “The Journey”, and now I know what that feeling feels like, because as one friend said to me, “It was like they were waiting for Cold Play to come out, everyone was talking about you, what you were going to look like, wear, how you would walk, it was crazy.” I smiled and said back, “I am going to put Philly back on the map, and make it relevant again.” When I was in the dressing room before the show, you could feel the electricity and anticipation in the air of Arthur Kade hitting the runway, and I couldn’t stop dancing around because all I kept thinking was “This is my Life, I want to freeze time right now!” I was told there was a huge line to get in, the tension was palpable, media was everywhere, and people were waiting on pins and needles like an old Mike Tyson fight, and of course I did it up “Kade Style”.

The show was incredible, every time I came out the cameras went nuts, and I could hear everyone screaming my name, and cheering for me (For all the people who speculated I would get booed, I was told it didn’t really happen). I walked all the models through how to walk a runway ‘New York Style”, pre-show, and helped coordinate the timing for all of them. It was great to lead such a great bunch of people, I could tell they all looked up to my experience in the modeling industry and wanted to accept the knowledge I was giving. After the show was done, we all congratulated ourselves, and then went out into the A List crowd to mingle, and overall the show was about as high level and glamorous as Young Philly gets.

When I came out after the show, I was constantly bombarded with fans telling me what an amazing job I did, and that all everyone was talking about in the crowd was me and my hair (Which was very curly and cool). I was running around saying hello to everyone, trying to find my friends, taking fan pictures, and getting hit on by random 6′s and 7′s who thought that somehow they could talk to me (There was one girl who I told was a 7, who was really a 6, that would NOT leave me alone while I was talking to someone, and even went as far as touching me, and I told her “I don’t like being touched, don’t EVER touch me” and ridiculed her looks to get her away). If another girl comes up to me and asks me to rate them or tell them what they should do to make themselves hotter, I may explode or start charging them, because almost any girl will cry if I tell them their score (Even though they all say they won’t), and in that environment where charity is involved, I didn’t want any bad feelings. If you are a 9 or 10, then trust me, I will let you know it, otherwise if you ask me then be ready because I am going to be honest, although certain hot girls are now scared to hang out with me because of the rating scale and the blog.

Walking through Public House, I looked around, and realized, I have achieved “Rock star” status now, and have to always have my guard up. Everyone analyzes every aspect of me, my looks, which girls I talk to, where I am going, and most of all, what I am wearing, and it made me think of my friend who I had lunch with at DiBrunos this week who said, “Everyone does double takes or stares at you, I was watching during lunch and you’re right”, and I responded “I am still getting used to this, but it’s cool isn’t it?”.