EVERETT
“Hi ladies, Everly Everett here!”
“We are pleased to announce the launch of a nationwide contest in search of the most beautiful face on earth.”
"It is open to all women regardless of ethnicity and must be 18 and up.”
“We are looking for naturally endowed beauty."
"Facial surgery, reconstruction and any other alterations will not be honored.”
“Each week, we will feature a part of the face, starting with the eyebrows and we will choose 3 celebrities of the radio station’s choice, to compete for the most beautiful one."
"You, the listeners, will vote for your choice. The winning eyebrows will be the first part of the beautiful face we will be creating.”
“Once we complete the remaining parts of the face, eyes, nose and lips, a professional artist will combine them on one face. We shall culminate the contest, with a search for the closest look alike of the sketch created and crown her the most beautiful face on earth.”
The winner will get $100,000, a modeling contract and free all expenses paid trip for 2 around the world.”
“For more details, go to our website: beautifulface.com and register to be eligible to vote.”
My name is Everett.
I am a DJ at DJPI-one of the most prestigious radio stations here in the bay area, California.
In order to spice up my long 15-year career in broadcasting, I came up with an unusual contest that will hopefully gain the attention of my listeners.
And as expected, after the announcement, the outside call lights started lighting up at the radio station.
“Well, that was instant response,” Grace, my long-time secretary, smiled as she entered the booth.
“Here’s the list of celebrities we chose for eyebrows,” she handed me a list which I looked over and nodded.
“Good, voting officially starts next week,” I felt sudden anxiety just thinking about it. This contest was my baby and I want it to succeed.
The days followed were a whirlwind of responses, interests and opinions from reputable newspapers to tabloids. Social media had a lot to say as well, good and bad.
After a long arduous day at the station, I finally pulled up to my driveway, eager to see my 6-year-old daughter Iceline.
“Daddy!” she ran into my arms, the minute I opened the door.
Mildred, her long-time nanny, started to gather up her belongings.
“Good evening Mr. Halloway,” she said with a smile.
“Hi Mildred, thanks for everything,” I said with gratitude.
Mildred comes in 5 days a week and has been working for me since Iceline was 2 months old.
My wife Jody passed away due to complications with childbirth when Iceline was born.
Those were the darkest times of my life.
For a few weeks, I could not even bear to look at the baby.
Eventually I realized that Jody wouldn’t want me to blame Iceline for her death.
I know I will never recover from her death, but with prayer and a lot of courage, I had learned to channel my grief to being a good father to Iceline.
That is what Jody would’ve wanted.
Iceline is now in first grade and Mildred takes her to school and back every day. She also takes her to outside school activities and makes sure she is fed, showered and does her homework. I owe her a lot of gratitude, being a single Dad, with a demanding career in broadcasting.
