They say that this should be the best time of my life..because I was
Young.
Free.
Beautiful.
And a Model for Vogue.
But when I accepted the job.
Everything changed...
**3 years ago**
"Ok number 2837? Darcy Ivic.. you're up!" As he announced my name I took a deep breath and walked up to the catwalk giving all of me this was my chance. As I swayed my hip a bit side-to-side and when I reached the end I did a half spin and looked straight to the light and walked back to the backstage.
"Thank you Miss.Ivic...NEXT!"
*2 hours later*
"Thank you everyone for coming today.. you we're all good we've seen very good talents in this room but unfortunatly we only can accept 10 models to our company and for the people who don't make it I wish all the best for the future...
The numbers that I will announce please walk forward.."
"2456
2799
3045
2274
2774
6883
7821,"
Oh god...
"1120"
I huffed sighlenty already giving up..
"2501 and the last one"
I started getting my things..
"Number 2837"
"The people who stepped forward..."
"Congratulations you guys are the new models for Vogue!"
and again for the people who didn't make it I wish you all the best for the future" he said and walked away. After he dissapeard all the girls who made it started screaming and crying including me ofcourse I kind of feel a bit bad for the girls who didn't make it. But as my mother always told me
Always think of yourself before you do for others.
**Back to reality**
Running with my brand new nikes down the hot Californian streets. Listening to my jam
The 1975 - Heart out.
Enjoying my day-off I arrived at Venice Beach doing yoga, listen to music and eat some salad. I lay down feeling my grey fluffy towel on my back enjoying the burning sun starting to tan my body.
While I look through my playlist I click a random song but instantly getting a call from my manager.
Max Rondell.
I wasn't really in the mood to speak with him because the only thing he wants me to do is go to the meeting and ramble about boring stuff or go to the gym and discuss my eating shedule but it was my day off so I didn't want to.
After debating with myself if I should pick up. I swiped over my screen to answer it.
"Hi Max.." I huffed.
"Hey Darcy, how are you? Enjoying your day off?" I could hear by his voice that he was not interested.
Jerk.
"I'm fine and yes I'm quiet enjoying it" I said having a satisfied look on my face.
"But why did you call me?" Already getting to the point.
"Great great...well I want you to fly to London and call Mariah because we're having a show coming up this Tuesday" he said through the phone.
My face fell into a frown "What! but i-"
"Na - ah!
You.Are.Going.To.London.And.Call.
Mariah.Because.We're.having.A.Show.On.Tuesday. am I clear?" He said sternly.
"Yes sir.." I huffed.
"Good! See you Tuesday!" He said over enthousiasticly.
"D!ckhead.." I murmured.
"What was that?"
Cookies! I didn't realized I said that out loud. "I see you Tuesday bye!" I quickly hung up and shove my phone angrily in my pocket.
God everytime when I'm trying to enjoy my dayoff he always calls me I'm getting sick of his bossy attitude. But I cannot quit this job because I love to model but Max is only making it harder for me and I need the money to pay my rent and food.
F.uck my life...
**
aawww poor Darcy :(
Well let us hope if she will survive this job. #Pray4Darcy
Love you Cookies bye!
~Miriam
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The Life Of A Model
Teen FictionDarcy has always dreamed to be a model but does her dream compare with the reality?.. "Cameras flashing, models strutting, music playing..It was MY time now"
