Lana Del Rey | 27 | The Classy Bitch
Lana smirks at the camera, almost like she is trying to seduce the audience. “I’m Lana, 27 years old, and I’m from New York City, New York.”
If you’ve ever met Lana before, you’d be pretty much intimidated by her. She’s pretty, mysterious, and as her nickname states, a classy bitch. She reminds you of a 1960’s vixen, as her style and attitude is classy and poised.
"People always say I’m graceful, and I don’t mind. But I consider myself a ‘bad girl’ because I am graceful, but at the same time, I’m not afraid to be a bitch and stand up for myself. I try to keep it real, and anyone who f*cks with me will most likely regret it." Lana let out a little chuckle.
Lana is shown in her casting tape. She begins to point out each of her tattoos.”I have about five tattoos, at least the permanent ones. Sometimes I do this thing where I make non-permanent tattoos. But one of my favorite permanent one is this one.” She pauses and hold up her left hand, pointing to a ‘M’. “It’s a ‘M’ standing, for my grandmother Madeliene.”
The tape cuts to a scene of Lana’s mother, Pat. “Mommy..”Lana coos in a babyish voice behind the camera, “Remember that time I told you I was auditioning for ‘Bad Girls Club’?”
"Yeah.."The older woman replied. "This is my casting tape. Tell them why I should be on the show."Lana turned the camera to face herself for a second before turning back around to her mother."Well for one you love to be mean to people…"
"I don’t really try to be mean, I think people are just intimidated by me, and if I do happen to come off as bossy or rude, people will just go along with it because I guess I seem like someone who will knock a bitch out and I will."She smiled.
Lana is shown in the confessional room at the BGC house. “It’s the ‘Bad Girls Club’, you don’t come here to fix whatever the hell’s wrong with your life, I mean this isn’t a mental hospital. You come to have a good time!” She rants.”I just hope the next girl who comes is ready to party.”She said, then exited the confessional room.