Dear ... cruel irony (or something like it)

Shit. Shit. Shit ! This was bound to happen. These are moments when I wish I had a twin! Here I am doing my own thing on the side to further my career and pretty much bound by moral though thankfully not legal obligations (but close enough) to do this one project and now I get an email from "my superiors" asking me to show up to what may be a potential job. In the world of fashion & entertainment where one competes with a billion other fishes, this time one little fish has SPECIFICALLY been summoned by the big sharks and that fish is me. Oh and it gets better. My side project and this gig (if I get chosen) are on the SAME FREAKIN' DAY !!!

I don't even know if I'm getting paid for this thing or not?! So I'm thinking let me go and see what it's about and unless it's a six figure salary I'm just going to pull the lousiest fake cough on the planet to get out of it. Fuck my life.