I Can't Live Within You

Chpt. 1 The Arrangements

"You want Twiggy?" Asked David Bowie's manager.

"Yes, she's exactly the one for the job, just look at her," David said, holding out a photo of her, "she's perfect in every way. I wouldn't want any other model."

"She's pretty....exclusive. You really think we can get her flown into Paris with us for the shoot?" His publicist asked his manager.

"It's worth giving her people a call, she isn't all too busy these days like she was when she first started out, she mostly does movies now, but she's definitely still in the fashion business."

"Alright then, it's settled. We'll make the call this afternoon, and see if she's available."

"Wonderful." Said David, staring at her photo. It was a photo of Twiggy on the cover of Vogue; her hair was parted down the middle in fluffy ringlet curls decorated with silver stars, her lips and cheeks were red, and her eyes were dusted with shimmery blue eyeshadow. She looked like a glam rock goddess. He was somewhat embarrassed; in the days of Ziggy Stardust, he had done make up far more outrageous and glamorous than hers. He could admit he was pretty feminine with his style, and kind of still was. But that was his charm; androgyny, and it was Twiggy's charm as well. That's why he wanted her for the Photoshoot with him, because of how similar they were. They both were very skinny, she more than him, they both had unique style, and they both were English. The more he thought about it the more excited he got. He really wanted to meet her. He figured she would be just another airhead model with a pretty face and a lack of personality, but he couldn't help but get his hopes up in that she was the complete opposite, that maybe she was different.