Time Echoes

The Glamerous Grind

      I was living the dream that most girls dream of since they were able to take an interest in clothes and styling. The photoshoots, runways, flying to different countries, the parties. Everything was a whirlwind and so glamorous. I have become the most sought out model in our country and I couldn't thank God enough for giving me such an opportunity. Many of my coworkers that started with me have long quit, because they are tired of the same old same old. Long hours and sometimes long flights overnight. Many complained about their life outside of it, saying how they lost their relationships or many of the activities they couldn't do anymore due the the whirlwind and fast pace of this world.

      I could beg to differ. Get to see different places, meet different people. It's an adventure every time for me and I wouldn't trade it for anything. Maybe if I could be a ballerina again, then maybe. But that dream is long gone. But one thing though, no one warned me about the weirdos I would come across. I mean nothing to crazy, but there was one crazy one I had. A stalker. I haven't heard from them in a while, and I'm glad. I was worried about my life that last time.

      "Are you ready for today's shoot? It's going to be amazing." Her enthusiasm shot through my thoughts once more. I smiled at my best friend's never-ending support and nodded. When we got to the company, the studio was alive and buzzing with activities when I arrived. Photographers adjusted their cameras, make-up artists prepared their tools, and stylists fussed over racks of designer and gorgeous clothing. I was immediately enveloped by the familiar and chaotic atmosphere that I had come to love and enjoy myself, unlike many of the other models that come in cranky and wanting the noise to die down.

      Rachel pulled us by the head photographer. "What's the plan for today Rache?" She grinned, handing me a clipboard with today's schedule. "Well, if you were paying attention on the way over here, you would know." I playfully swatted her arm and she giggled. "Today we are shooting for the cover of Vogue. The theme is 'ethereal Elegance,' so think light, airy, and otherworldly. You'll be wearing pieces from the new Elie Saab collection."

      My heart skipped a beat at the mention of Vogue. Despite being where I'm at now at 34 years old, landing a cover shoot for a prestigious magazine was always a thrilling honor. It always brings me back to my younger 20s when I first got that offer. "Sounds perfect." I said, my excitement matchings Rachel's eyes.

      "Great! Let's get you into hair and makeup,' Rachel said, guiding me towards the waiting team of professionals. As they walked, Rachel leaned in closer. "I have a feeling about today, Claire. This shoot could be your best."

      I chuckled. "You say that about every shoot we do." Her smile widened. "And I'm always right, aren't I" she shot back with a wink. I settled into the makeup chair, the familiar routine of brushes and palettes soothing her reshoot nerves that she can never seem to get over, even with her experience. The team worked with practices precision, transforming her into the epitome of ethereal elegance. Combs here, brushes there, eyelashes curlers...I have the perfect team. My hair was styled into loose, cascading waves, and my makeup was kept light and dewy, enacting my natural looks.

      Once I was ready, I stepped into the first outfit-a delicate, flowing gown adorned with intricate lace and beading. The fabric felt luxurious against my skin, and I couldn't help but twirl in front of the mirror, the dress billowing around me like a cloud.

      I turned to the team and smiled happily. "Phenomenal job ! I could never look this way without you guys' help. Thank you so much for being part of my team." They always tell me I don't have to thank them every time, but how can I not? When they transformed me from a regular looking girl to like, I just step from a scene of my favorite show. They smiled and waved at me as I took one more glance. When they make me look this pretty, it almost makes me think I look this way all the time. "Absolutely stunning." Rachel's remark flowed through the air as she came back. Her eyes twinkled with pride. "Let's get you on set."