Nikki Sixx prys himself on being in the sleaziest dirtiest rock band Motley Crue. He is considered the bad boy of Rock 'n Roll and has a reputation that proves it. He meets the highest-paid fashion model in the world, Iman Darlington who is the comp...
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April
Iman's POV
Today I had my Bazzar Magazine photo shoot. It was my first one of 91.
"Thank you," I said to my driver as he opened the door for me.
I stood outside of the building. My toes were twitching with anxiety. I've made some changes to myself. The last shoot I did I was very rude to everyone when I walked in. I heard Rachel was going to be there. Which made me feel even more nervous. Now even though I am the top model. I wasn't in the crowd with Rachel anymore. I wondered to myself if Jade was already here. I'm hoping that we will get a chance to talk.
"You alright Ms. Darlington?" My driver asks.
"Just nervous is all." I scratch my neck.
"You... nervous. Well, I guess being the biggest model in the world right now will do that to you. A lot of pressure."
I furrowed my brows then turned back to look at him. "Yes... I am. But is that all I am?"
He nods his head with a genuine smile. "You want them to see you as a person."
"Yeah." I nod sadly. "I'm not just the b-i-t-c-h model Iman Darlington. And it sucks because that's the attitude I've had towards them for the longest time. Like I'm better than them. And that's all they'll see when I walk into the room."
"So why don't you walk in with a different attitude? Show them a different side to you. You don't always have to show off, or run the place, and have all the girls fear The Iman Darlington. Walk in knowing that modeling is your job. Not who are."
I smiled at him. Maybe there's hope for me to change after all.
"Thank you."
"You got this."
I turned around and took a deep breath. I opened the door and walked in instead of strutting in. The assistants straightened up when they all saw me. They made a pathway for me to walk through like I was a Queen bitch. Like I knew exactly which way I was going... which I did, but it didn't hurt to ask for directions and say thank you.
"Sorry, which way am I going?"
"Uh...oh...uh right this way." The assistant led me over to the girl's changing room.
"Thank you I smiled."
I stood outside the door hearing giggles and talking. It was like a party was going on in there. They opened the door for me. Every model stopped and stared at me. It was like the room stood still for Iman Darlington. I started slowly walking in. The old me would have kept my head up and not paid attention to any of the new girls. Regardless of whether they greeted me or not. I would have ignored them. I would have strutted in with my thoughts being... mhm that's right... Iman Darlington is here. Now close your mouths. Instead...
