It was time... Ivy was preparing herself for the big interview on television. She was slightly
shaking as she brushed her hair back. She was a five yes...but she felt even lower. Ivy looked
at herself in the mirror and brushed out her short brown hair. Scared and watering green
eyes stared back at her. Ivy's train of thought was interrupted as a short woman tapped her
on the shoulder.
"Time to go Miss Ivy." The woman said quickly. Ivy nodded and stood up. She brushed down
loose white tshirt and black jeans. She took a deep breath and walked out with a shy smile. Every step her legs shook in fear. Ivy didnt and never would like attention in any case. She took the hand of the man holding out to her. She shook and sat down beside him.
"Well hello there Miss Ivy how are you this fine evening?" Damon asked with a large smile.
"Hello Mr. Damon. It has been...interesting I shall say." Ivy said keeping her eyes on him to vanquish the fear.
"Interesting how may I ask?"
"Well...um..I am not used to attention and camera's and such...s-so its hard for me to be able to actually talk to you. All day I have been worrying about this so it has but a lot of stress on me." Ivy replied honestly. She looked down and sighed slightly. Damon nodded in understanding.
"Okay time for some questions. Ivy what do you do as an occupation?"
"I am an artist. You see...um..I am low on the caste and I have hardly enough money so I sell my art to people."
"Oh okay then. Do you have any family?" Damon asked brushing off that last question.
"I do not. They..kinda abandoned me...but I am surviving right?" Ivy smiled slightly. Damon nodded with a big smile.
"Yes you are! Now..." Damon trailed off.
"Now?" Ivy inquiried. Damon smiled.
"I hope you have a wonderful experience Miss Ivy Lin! See you next time!" Applause was heard and the camera turned off. Damon shook Ivy's hand had someone escort her off stage.
