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that ended up being a pathetic amateur hour.  I couldn’t help but have visions of “The Gong Show”.
     
       “That’s our problem, at the moment, US figure skating has not sanctioned our show, so many of the professionals we approached were afraid they might loose their credentials with the club.  Of course, you and our celebrity judges will be immune from the scrutiny, as none of you will actually be skating in this non sanctioned event.  But most of the skaters we approached were quite leery.  We had to find obscure skaters to whom it didn’t seem to matter.  Most of them never made it to the top, or they are foreign, of course,” said Jorge.
     
       I shook my head distractedly.  It did sound maybe, like a disastrous prospect, but I had already made my mind up.  Deep down, I knew I should just do it.  My life, as I knew it, was over.  It was time to start anew, my mental health was dependent on it.  “So what will my role be in all of this?” I asked.
     
       “Well, as you see, we have ten skaters, we will also have ten athletes and ten people like yourself, who will serve as the team’s coach and choreographer.  You will be assigned a team, that has been chosen completely at random.  You will be responsible for teaching them all the moves and the best choreography you can come up with.
     
       Since you will be both their coach and choreographer, it will be your job to mold whatever raw talent they have, into a pairs team.  Each week you will teach your team a new routine, each week one pair will be eliminated from the competition,” said Jorge, giving me a sly smile.
     
       “One routine each week!  For ten weeks!” I cried, it seemed impossible.
     
       “Well, the show will run a total of twelve weeks actually, we had to stretch it out a bit to please the network.  Don’t get your panties in a wad yet.  Our first week will merely be an exhibition, and then we will throw in a non elimination week right before the finals, and then basically a recap episode featuring the final two teams, before the final episode,” said Jorge.
     
       I was staring at him in shock.  I doubted that most trained professionals could perfect one routine a week, let alone a team who had no experience skating together at all.
     
       “How long will will we have to train these athletes, before we jump into this whole thing with the show?” I asked.  If it was anything less than six months, I didn’t think it would be possible.
     
       “We will bring everyone in to begin their training one month before the first show airs, and that show will just be an intro, so you’ll have at least five weeks before you have to come up with a two minute routine with your team,” said Jorge.
     
       “Five weeks!  Two minutes!” I cried, barely able to absorb the insanity of the very thought.  It would be impossible!
     
       “What do you think?” he asked, smiling broadly at me.
     
       I wanted to tell him that he was completely insane, that there was no possible way this could be done, but my panicked brain was still working furiously to process all of this.
     
       “Oh how remiss of me, I forgot to tell you your salary for those couple months you will be employed by the network,” said Jorge, then he casually rattled off a number in the six figures.  I’m sure my jaw dropped open in shock, since I had no clue that reality TV was going to be so lucrative.  I was completely speechless and staring at him in shock, I thought that my heart might stop!
     
       I couldn’t speak at all, I was so stunned.  Jorge apparently thought that my hesitation meant that I was having second thoughts about taking on this ambitious task, so he promptly added another fifty thousand dollars to my already excessive salary.  To say that I was stunned, would have been a serious understatement.
     
       “Ummm, okay,” I finally managed to mumble quickly, before the offer expired into thin