Are We There Yet? by Emily Atack

Author:Emily Atack
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Orion

The People Who Shaped Me: Team Atack

Everyone else I’ve included in these spotlights have been friends or family, who gradually over the years have taken me and moulded me like a lump of clay into the Emily you see now. But then there are the people who literally keep you in one piece from day to day and who never get enough credit for being the gods of your life. Let me tell you now, the people in showbiz do not get anywhere on their own – they all have brilliant teams standing behind them. Celebrities are a bit like dogs: they come in different shapes and sizes, they’re mostly cuddly (you get the odd Rottweiler and annoying yappy one), and people like to watch them scampering around. Meanwhile, their team are like their humans, ferrying them from place to place, looking after them and, more often than not, walking behind carrying the poo bag.

My team is the best in the business and a big part of it is my primary agent, Alex, who knows the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Alex has seen me at my worst, my best and everything in between; he has championed me in this industry when nobody wanted to know. He knocked on doors, pushed and believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself. He’s made decisions for me that have guided me down the right path when I couldn’t see the signs. He’s helped me carve a steady 12-year career out of an industry where nothing is certain. He is constant and he is dedicated. The man is a machine. He’s also like my brother – the poor lad was woken up by me banging on his door at 3am one night in LA, too drunk to find my room. We’ve chatted non-stop on long-haul flights and for hours on the phone. He has seen me trying to stuff myself into a BAFTA dress so tight that I thought it might kill me. Even when I’ve been exploding out of a corset with my granny pants on he tells me I look lovely. He’s not a wheeler-dealer manager; he trained under one of the best agents in the world and it shows. I trust him completely.

I also have to give a big shout-out to my aforementioned cousin, Lydia, my make-up artist. She is the only person I trust to make up this big old head and she deserves to add 10 per cent client counselling tax to her invoice and to win a Pride of Britain award for the amount she has to deal with. Make-up artists are fascinating cogs in the system. They have to be present, yet invisible. Have authority, yet be malleable. In fact, I think out of all of the jobs on a TV set or photoshoot they have it roughest – imagine having to get up close and personal with someone’s face you’ve never met or do a slightly scary celeb’s hair. It must be arse-sweatingly stressful.

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