Too close to the stars

01

"Hey, you haven't forgotten about that shooting, right?"

"Yeah, everything's alright. You don't have to worry."

"Good... I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"See you."

Shit. Totally forgot about that. Tomorrow, 10:30am, GQ shooting.

It's gonna end badly if I don't go to sleep now. I hate it when my manager gets pissed and disappointed at me because I forgot something.

Happend too many times now. Been there, done that.

I looked at the clock. Almost 11pm. Shit.

I went to the bathroom of my apartment, started brushing my teeth, washed my face and of course did my skin care. One final look in the mirror and I decided to finally go to sleep. After turning the lights off, I walked into my bedroom and started to undress myself, changed into my sleeping attire, which consisted of a shirt, and then slipped under my soft blanket. I set my alarm for 7am, put my phone aside on the bedside table and looked outside the window, seeing London by night.

Shortly after, I fell asleep.

...

I was woken by the ringing of my alarm. I swiftly turned it off and stretched a bit while still lying in bed. After a few minutes, I knew I had to get up or else I would definitely be late. And we wouldn't want that. Thus, I got out of my cozy bed and walked to my kitchen to fill myself a glass of water. I chugged it down, took an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter and went over to the window.

"London's still half asleep", I thought to myself while eating my apple.

It was quite peaceful to look at.

I finished eating and took a short shower to fully wake myself up. After I got out of the shower and brushed my hair, I stared at myself through the damp mirror, where I could only see bits of my outline. My hair was now knotless, so I picked up my hand mirror, my mascara, a lip balm and my favourite lip liner and sat on my bed to do the rest of my make up routine. As I then looked at the clock and realised that it was already five minutes past 8am, which meant that I only had 15 minutes to dress myself and leave the house, I hurried towards my closet.

Since I was running late, I threw on a simple pair of jeans, a white shirt and my sneakers. Shortly after, I went out the door, slipped on my black leather jacket, my gloves and took my keys, phone and helmet before I locked the door and took the lift to the garage of the building. As I arrived there, I hopped onto my red ducati, put on my helmet and started to drive off.

It was 10:10am as I finally arrived at the silverstone circuit where the shooting was going to be.

"Good. You made it", was all my manager Carol said to me as she saw me walking over to her. "Hello to you too, Carol," was all I replied to her snarky comment.

"Yeah, yeah. Over there", she pointed to a trailer near the circuit, "is the makeup artist and the styling team."

I nodded.

"They will take care of you."

After those words have left her mouth, we parted ways and I went over to said trailer. As I went in, I immediately saw Tobey, the makeup artist, with whom I've been friends with since I started my modeling career.

"Ahh, Kiki. You look as beautiful as always, my dear!", he exclaimed as he saw me.

"Thanks. I've missed you!", I said to him as we hugged each other.

"Me too", Tobey replied as we parted. With him by my side I knew this shooting would be amaizing.

"Let's see what we're gonna do today."