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Everything you think when you first appear on TV

By Lilian Brijl | #!31Mon, 09 Oct 2023 11:45:44 +0200+02:004431#31Mon, 09 Oct 2023 11:45:44 +0200+02:00-11Europe\/Amsterdam3131Europe\/Amsterdam202331 09am31am-31Mon, 09 Oct 2023 11:45:44 +0200+02:0011Europe\/Amsterdam3131Europe\/Amsterdam2023312023Mon, 09 Oct 2023 11:45:44 +020045114510amMonday=9#!31Mon, 09 Oct 2023 11:45:44 +0200+02:00Europe\/Amsterdam10#10-09-2023#!31Mon, 09 Oct 2023 11:45:44 +0200+02:004431#\/31Mon, 09 Oct 2023 11:45:44 +0200+02:00-11Europe\/Amsterdam3131Europe\/Amsterdam202331#!31Mon, 09 Oct 2023 11:45:44 +0200+02:00Europe\/Amsterdam10#

I really had to swallow (because: exciting!), but of course I immediately said with an overload of enthusiasm… YES! The question? No, not whether I wanted to marry him. What then? If I wanted to become the new face at Eigen Huis & Tuin: Lekker Leven as a fashion expert. In the spirit of ‘I've never done it before so I think I can do it‘ I found myself not much later in front of the camera crew after a perfect timing of this question and wanting to challenge myself a bit more. Meanwhile, after a few shooting days, today is October 9, my first broadcast on TV. Tonight at 5:00 PM I will be seen among the coziness of Froukje and Hugo on RTL4, will I see you there? I’m already spilling everything I thought (and dreamed, HA-HA) when I realized that I was going on TV for the first time.

- Let's start with my dreams: I stood in front of the camera with chickenpox. The cameraman said you wouldn't see anything on screen and then during the broadcast it was indeed visible and I was laughed at by everyone, I slept through my alarm and sleepily opened the door for the crew and got a runny nose on camera that didn't stop for the rest of the day.

- ‘My nails! My nails. Everyone will see my nails!’ Immediately calling my nail stylist heroine.

- It can't be... Am I getting a pimple on my chin? Seriously?

- Hairdresser! Hair! Eyebrows! Makeup! No makeup artist: SOS!

- ‘As long as everyone has read the call sheet properly and doesn't show up an hour early.’ Thinking of this moment, I stand as Ma Flodder in my bathrobe with a towel twisted in my hair quickly vacuuming the whole house.

- Okay, we're starting! The corner in the house has been found and we're going to renovate. Out of the corner of my eye, I see them moving my couch. O.M.G. I haven't moved that couch in what feels like thirty years. Do I see my bra under the dust? About fifty Kinder chocolate wrappers crumpled up that aren't hidden very well anymore? Or do I see a... Run, Lil! Don’t walk!

- ‘We're going in close now. And do we already have a half total shot, medium shot, total shot, and a transition of you, Lilian?’ Total black-out here.

- Oh gosh, I think I really said this like a Haagse Sjonja. ‘Or nieh dâhn?’

- Don't. Touch. Your. Hair. So. Much.

- Camera rolling, lights on sambal mode. Is the result now a terrible sweat mustache? Please tell me no…

- Is my eyelid suddenly shaking so much? Am I squinting at the camera? ‘Calm down a bit. Lil.’

- I didn't check my teeth at all after lunch. ‘There’s no sesame seed stuck between my front teeth, right?’ I kid you not.

- ‘Okay, cut, we got it.‘ ’Crap, am I not doing it right? Oh, the one with the ‘C‘.’ The end of a shot. Everything back under control.

- And then a little about the sound guy. Why every man wants to be a sound guy. May told us here. And how well I'm doing on this piece. Genius.

- It’s a wrap! How fun was this! And the team! What was I worried about? What an energy boost! When are we shooting again?

*a week later*

We're shooting again. Here we go again. Vacuum cleaner! Nails! Eyelid! Sesame seed!