Past: Tronnor

Chapter 28

***Troye's P.O.V.***

Fast forward an hour after the flight and I'm walking into a tall glass building in the heart of New York City with my suitcases behind me.

I'm memorized by the amazing sights New York City has to offer. Possibly after the shoot Connor and I could explore New York City.

"Troye Sivan, model for Vogue" The man at the desk hands me a card with my identity.

I swipe it to enter and I take the elevator with two other people looking much more fashionable than me.

I walk to another desk where a lady with long brown hair sits typing away at the computer.

"You must be Troye Sivan" She says smiling. "I'm Tanya burr, do you have your card?"

I hand her the card I received earlier and she puts something into the computer and then hands it back to me.

"You're on the downstairs level, once you get downstairs someone else will guide you" she smiles and I thank her.

I take the elevator to the downstairs level and a man comes up to me pushing my shoulders.

"Your the new model aren't you?" I'm about to say 'yes' when he just continues talking. "Ok, so here's your outfit" he hands me a suit, and shoes. "then once your done putting that on go down to hair and makeup right over there, and the dressing room is over there, hurry up we don't have much time" he takes my bags from me.

"O- ok" I feel suddenly rushed and I quickly get changed into the rather tight fitting suit. I slip on the shoes and find its harder than I would think to walk in platforms.

I go to hair and makeup and immediately they start with the gel and the makeup powder. I've never had myself made up like this before and it makes me feel a bit uncomfortable to have all of these people touching me. I look into the mirror as they do my makeup and notice that my eye is almost turned to its original pale color.

They finish and I'm directed to a shoot where a girl is told to place her hands on my chest as if we were a prom couple. They give us other poses and then we take solo shots.

"That's a wrap!" The camera man booms through the studio. Everyone cheers and goes to get changed to regular attire.

"Excuse me?" I go up to a woman with a lanyard and ID around her neck. "Do you know where Mr. Franta is located?"

"Oh, I believe he left for a fashion show in LA, just yesterday actually." She smiles and turns back to the man she was originally having a conversation with.

He went to LA.
HE WENT TO LA.

I take a deep sigh and spin around on my heels. I find my bags leaning on a nearby wall and I trace my way back downstairs and to the sidewalk of the now filthy looking New York City streets.

I hail a taxi cab- with a little help I will admit. I get in and tell him where my hotel is. After a ride of honking and traffic jams I hand him the money and step out of the cab and into the hotel, stopping for a moment to grab my suitcases from the trunk.

"Troye Sivan" I say to the man at the desk.

"Um..." he scrolls up and down on his computer and looks through a few lists.
"Are you sure you made a reservation?" He questions.

"I didn't actually make the reservation, I believe Bethany Mota did" I check the sign on the desk to make sure it's the right hotel.

"Billbright Hotel" That's the exact place she told me.

"Well I'm sorry sir but we don't have any reservations from Bethany Mota."

I give a loud huff.