A waste of a day....

So I'm sure almost everyone has heard of what happened at the NYC audition for America's Next Top Model, if you haven't here's what went down:
There were reportedly around 10,000 girls there for the audition, which was the first for girls 5'7'' and under. The audition was held at the Park Central Hotel on 7th Ave. and W. 55th St. Around 5:00 p.m. in the middle of W. 55th St. a black car drove by and then everyone heard a loud boom. Soon after the car started to smoke and everyone frantically ran in different directions trying to get away from the car. Due to the large amount of people present a few people were ran over and were hurt. Soon fights started to erupt and basically all hell broke loose. The police were seen escorting numerous people away from the scene and putting some others in handcuffs due to their part in inciting the riot. Supposedly someone yelled fire and that a man had a gun causing even more chaos than necessary. After all this chaos ended the police then shut down the audition and forced the thousands of girls waiting in line for countless hours to go home. Many people were upset and some girls even broke down and cried right then and there.

Here's my story:
I arrived at the audition at 10:11 a.m. and there was already thousands of girls there. In the beginning I remained optimistic though because this was exactly what I expected. So I calmly stayed in line hoping that the wait wouldn't be too long and that it would be worth it. The first few hours in line were ok, it wasn't too cold outside and there were plenty of people around to talk to and get to know. After awhile I did have to use the bathroom though, so I decided to leave my spot in line (my sister stayed there for me). I quickly ran down the block to the nearest restaurant. Unfortunately they wouldn't let me use their bathroom because I wasn't a customer, I hate when stores do that. How hard is it to just let someone use the bathroom really quick? Then they directed me to another restaurant across the street and I ran over there to find that they had a sign up saying restroom for customers only. I was about to go crazy at this point. So once again I ran across the street to Ray's Pizza, who graciously let me use their restroom. Unfortunately, there was a line. But lucky for me the young lady in front of the line let me go in front of her because I was jumping around like a fool and she could clearly see how bad I had to go. After all this I returned to the line to wait for another few hours. As soon as the part of the line that I was in hit W. 55th St. all the chaos begin. At first all I heard was a loud noise and then a bunch of girls started to run backwards, which led to everyone being squished to the side of the building. Then I saw the smoke coming up, at first I thought that a pipe may have busted underground and I thought that there was going to be a scene like before when something similar happen in NY. So I was really scared at first. Then I saw that it was a car so I calmed down a little. Some time after that I saw cops escorting people down the block and then they started to take down the barriers that held the line together and just told everyone that it was over and to just go home. My body was so hurt from standing there for like 6 hours that I couldn't even react to the situation if I wanted to. So I just called my sister and told her I was ready to go. Walking away from the scene the only thing I felt was the pain in my legs and back, unfortunately for other girls they felt the pain more in their heart.
Lately I've been used to having bad luck , so I wasn't so surprised when all this happened and I didn't breakdown crying like most girls because I am almost immune to situations like this. Now I just look at the whole day as a waste of my time and body. My right leg still hurts from standing up that long. But its not a situation that I would dwell over, it was a new experience that I would probably never do again.