The Right Mistake

Part Three

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“Here we are!” Vance pushed open a door, where I saw lots of light stands and white backdrops. Shit. I should’ve taken a class or something. I’m never going to get this job. The self-help model books and movies can’t support me much in the real world, now can they?

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Part Three 

How am I going to pretend I’ve had years of modeling? Dang it Madison. I should’ve thought twice about coming here. I subtly looked for the exits while Vance chatted on about former models. I nodded politely but my heartbeat quickened when I saw Vance’s assistant hand me an outfit and started shooing me into a dressing room. Calm down Shirley. You are being ridiculous. If I can slit a Russian terrorist’s throat in a bathroom bar and walk out perfectly unruffled then I’m sure I can let them take a few pictures of me. Of course I can, right?

Argh! My feet were killing me. So was my smile, and so was my seductive face. And also the tough face, curious face, and pouty face. I had fooled them into thinking I was a starter model that hadn’t modeled for a little while. And because of Madison’s word, they were cutting corners for me.

“Shirley baby, there is only so much I can do! Here, lift your head again. Relax shoulders and neck.”

“Maurice, Can we take five?” I asked, exhausted. Vance had ordered me to call her The lights dimmed, and I had to squint from the sudden light adjustment. The assistant hands me water, which I down in seconds. The assistant is a skinny brunette with matching eyes that were more chocolate actually. Maurice called her Franny. So I’m guessing her name is Franny. Such names in New York would be hard to find in London. Franny looked kind, and I guess she didn’t mind all the work she had to do for Vance – I mean Maurice. I watched her from the corner of my eye when I could. Franny was always running around doing things.

If I didn’t land this job, the prized opportunity that Madison didn’t have, then what job will I have to find in this circus of a city? I would have to attend college, to get a degree. That doesn’t seem like a bad idea though. I always wanted to go to UCLA. But on a second thought, I would rather attend a college in New York. I’d have to buy an apartment of course; even my money couldn’t afford an Ivy League university while also paying for a thousand dollar a night suite. A cozy apartment would be so much more permanent and I could hire a designer for it.

“You not really an experienced model are you?” Franny whispered to me, and then took a sip of iced tea. I was startled; I didn’t realize she took a seat next to me. I must have been deeply absorbed in my thoughts to not notice my surroundings. Then I registered what she said. Oh no, what If Franny decides to tattle on me to Maurice? My chances will be ruined. I leveled my hardened gaze to Franny. And raised my eyebrow, as If to say; Of course I am, who do you think you are?

“Of course I am. Why would you ask such a thing?” My voice did not tremble. I gave her my most intimidating stare, challenging her to say otherwise. Franny looked up at me. She did seem to feel intimidated by me but she opened her mouth to speak again.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell. This happens all the time around here at this agency. What more can I say?” Franny gave me a friendly smile. I exhaled in relief and returned the friendly smile.

“You were a pretty good actor back there though. Maybe you should try acting. Well that’s next to impossible here, because there’s so many other people scrabbling for that spot. Oh sorry, im babbling now. We better get back to work.”

“Oh thanks, yeah.”

“And a few tips Shirley- Keep your chin up, elongate your neck and shoulders back. And focus on pouting your lips and something about smoldering eyes. It’s um just some model basics.” Franny helped. I beamed at her, grateful for the help.

And guess what, later on because of those basic tips – I got the job. Yippee!

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