FLAWLESS

CHAPTER 1

Shanelle POV

The backstage chaos was overwhelming, as a swarm of makeup artists and hairdressers buzzed around me like bees in a hive. The air was thick with the scent of hairspray and perfume, blending together into a heady mix that enveloped the room.

"Shanelle, we need you in the makeup chair now!" called out one of the stylists, her voice barely audible over the chatter and the music that pulsed through the speakers.

I weaved my way through the backstage madness, careful not to trip on any cables or knock over a rack of designer clothes. Being a supermodel came with its perks, but it also meant living in a constant whirlwind of activity. The pressure was always on me to look flawless and perform flawlessly.

As I settled into the makeup chair, I closed my eyes and let the artists work their magic. Brushes danced across my face, adding subtle touches of color to my cheeks and accentuating my cheekbones. I could feel the weight of false lashes being delicately applied, giving my eyes an extra sparkle. In the midst of the chaos, there was a strange sense of calm that came over me. This was my element, my sanctuary before the storm.

With each passing minute, I could feel my confidence grow. I knew I was about to step onto that runway and own it. The anticipation coursed through my veins, electrifying my every move. I caught glimpses of my reflection in the mirror, and a smile tugged at the corners of my perfectly lined lips.

Finally, the moment arrived. I stood at the edge of the runway, the beat of the music pounding in sync with my heartbeat. The blinding camera flashes surrounded me like fireworks, and the crowd's murmurs were drowned out by the thunderous applause. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only me and the runway.

As I strutted down the catwalk, my body moved with a grace that I had honed through years of practice. My every step exuded confidence and power, a testament to the countless hours spent perfecting my craft. The designer's creations draped over my body like a second skin, each fabric telling a story as it flowed and shimmered under the spotlights.

As I reached the end of the runway, I turned with a flourish, allowing the audience to bask in my presence for a fleeting moment. Applause and cheers filled the air, fueling the fire that burned within me. I had done it again.

Backstage, amidst the whirlwind of costume changes and makeup touch-ups, I found my friends Kayleen and Beatrice waiting for me with wide smiles on their faces.

"Shanelle, you were absolutely incredible out there!" Kayleen exclaimed, hugging me tightly. 

"You owned that runway like a queen!" Beatrice chimed in, her eyes sparkling with admiration. 

I blushed at their words, grateful for their unwavering support. 

"Aww thank you besties."

Just as I was about to catch my breath, my manager Ava rushed over, a sense of urgency etched across her face. She gestured for me to follow her to a quieter corner of the backstage area.

"Shanelle, we need to talk," Ava said, her voice low and serious. "I just received a call from the agency. There's an urgent meeting scheduled for tomorrow morning. It's important that you're there."

I nodded, my mind already racing with possibilities. "Of course, Ava. I'll be there."

With that settled, I re-joined Kayleen and Beatrice, and together we made our way outside where my sleek black Lamborghini awaited. We slid into the luxurious leather seats, the engine purring to life as we sped off into the night.

The afterparty beckoned, a celebration of a successful show and a toast to the future. The wind whipped through my hair, and I couldn't help but smile. Behind the glamour and the chaos, I was still Shanelle, the girl who had dreamed of this life and worked tirelessly to make it a reality.

As we drove into the night, laughter and music filling the air, I knew that whatever tomorrow's meeting held, I was ready to face it head-on. After all, I was Shanelle Falcon, the girl who thrived on challenges and never backed down.