Blue Moon

12-Runway?

Getting the call that you are going to be on a runway is terrifying. 

The other day my agent called to say I would be modeling designs for a well known designer. 

The only thing keeping me together is that Desiree and Ashlynn are also modeling for them this weekend as well. 

I think I'm so nervous because of the fact that this is truly my first actually runway. I just don't want to mess it up. 

What if I trip?

That would not be good. 

Today we had rehearsals since Friday was the big day. That's two days from now. 

I would say rehearsals went well. They gave us queues and directions and now my feet were killing me. 

Freaking heels. 

The guys said they would be there too. Even Spencer and Cole. 

I know it means a lot to Desiree to have her friends support. 

"I would kill for a slice of Andi's pizza right now." Ashlynn says as we plop down on the couch. 

She's been having problems with her apartment. I guess she saw a rat or something last night and came knocking on our door at three in the morning needing a place to crash. 

She left her cat Jellyfish there in hopes she would catch the rat. She's sleeping here again tonight and then is talking to the landlord tomorrow about pest control. 

I guess it's not the first time a rodent has been in her apartment. 

"Honestly." Desiree says from the kitchen. 

This moment is one of the down sides of being a model I suppose. Having to watch what we eat especially around times like this. Before a fashion show. 

Making sure that the tailored outfits fit perfectly when we wear them Friday. 

Since the night Austin left, Ashlynn hasn't made any remarks about him. Which I am grateful for. 

Hearing heavy tapping I look over to see Ashlynn typing furiously on her phone. I am surprised her phone doesn't break. 

"Fucking asshole, I don't even get why I pay rent." She mutters more to herself. 

Desiree sits down on the chair beside the couch. 

"Maybe you should move out of there. Find something new." Dez offers. Ashlynn snaps her eyes up to her. 

"And go where huh? Apartments here are expensive as it is. I have to find one that allows pets and doesn't charge an arm and a leg for it." She snaps before going back to her phone and dialing a number. 

She holds it up to her ear, "Yeah Vic....This happened four months ago as well...What do you mean it's going to be out of pocket?....It's a fucking rat the size of your face walking around my apartment....Seriously?.....Well then where the hell are you? How were we going to have a meeting if you weren't even in the states?...You know what fuck you." She says before hanging up. 

"Damn girl I think I see smoke coming out of your ears." Dez says jokingly. 

Ash rolls her eyes, "You know the nerve of this guy. I pay fucking money to live there and he acts like it's my problem that place is covered in rats. You know he's in fucking Canada right now? How the fuck were we supposed to have an in person meeting tomorrow when he's in mother-fucking Canada?" She asks exasperated.

Dez blinks up at her, "Do you want to fit one more fuck in there or are you good?"

"Shut up." Ash grumbles resting her head on the back of the couch.