"What do you do in your free time, other than walk around LA as a globally renowned supermodel?"
The interviewer, a tall, lanky women with ash-blonde hair, set her hands in her lap and crossed her legs at her knees in the typical, so tell me about yourself, position. Her too-tight dress was practically painted to her figure, and her eyelids were a hideous concoction of black and brown eyeshadow. She was friendly enough, but she was the same as all of the other money hungry media producers.
I gave her a humorless smile, remembering she had asked me a question, & that currently the cameras were filming me staring off set. "Well," I said, showing her my teeth, "I spend most of my time sitting on my ass."
She raised her eyebrows--which had been filled in very noticeably--and looked at the director, confused, because I hadn't followed script. "That seems...um, well," she laughed oddly, "I assumed supermodels had very busy schedules."
The camera man did a visual face palm.
"Okay, guys, just--cut." Leonard set his clipboard down on the refreshment table and marched across the set in his tight leather pants and suede shoes. His hair was parted to the side today, and his face was clean shaven and lightly dusted with makeup. "Cara, honey," he said sweetly, somehow--impossibly--managing to squat down in front of me. He laid his hands on my knees, giving them a light squeeze. "Don't be such a predator, I know it's early and you'd rather be sleeping," he said, "but let's just try and hang in there, yeah?"
He made it hard for me to object, seeing as Leonard was plausibly one of the few modeling agents I trusted. Not only that, but he'd bought me a McFlurry on the way here, which was forbidden.
"Fine," I sighed.
He clapped his hands together happily, and I stuck out my tongue and crossed my eyes at the newslady.
Leonard hurried back to his place and said, "begin!"
"So," said the newslady, smiling at me tightly, "what do you do in your free time, other than being a globally renowned supermodel?"
"I do a lot of stuff, really," I told her thoughtfully, pursing my lips. I pretended to deliberate, then said, "but I spend most of my time sitting on my ass."
"That was horrible," Leonard sighed while guiding me out of the news building.
