My pick? Me.

I wrote a whole genius blog entry, and then it disappeared. (Don't you hate when that happens?)

Anyway, why can't I be me?

In the commercial, I mean.

I can act. Okay, so I haven't done it professionally or anything like those chicas, but surely I can pull off playing myself. Plus, I have an astounding skill set for a girl my age.

Here's my resume:

• Kicking Eraser butt day in and day out
• Dealing with an incoherent inner monologue that won't go away
• Babysitting an underage pyro expert
• Coping with Nudge's incessant ramblings of an annoying nature
• Attempting to "save the world"
• Uhhh...I break for animals when I "borrow" cars?
• I have (now) three books written about me, so I must be interesting enough
• Oh, right...I can really FLY! Think of all the money I'd save you guys on strings and special effects?

So, there. Think about that Jimmy Pats. (That's what I call him.) (Not really. I just like to make it sound like I have a legit shot here.)

-Max

P.S. I'm sure Brittany loves wings, Fang. She just doesn't like geeks. ;-)