Thwaites & Thompson

Wayward thoughts

Thompson

I stepped out of the elevator and my heels started pattering against the sleek ceramic tiles.

Madonna turns to grin at me, her soft black bob bouncing around her head.

"We're going to get you dressed up now for the photoshoot, all you have to do is strike the right pose." She winks.
"The photographer will capture a few pictures and they'll be used in your CV."
"Now before you get dressed, Annie here will take a few measurements..."
"Annie, this is Tess Thompson."
"Tess, Annie Claire..." I smiled at the beautiful blonde with the starriest blue eyes and we shook hands before she warmly ushered me inside what looked like a spacious dressing room with a variety of mirrors conquering all corners of the room from floor-to-ceiling.

Grand chestboxes of makeup were unfolded above the dressing tables with blinding spotlights framing the rectangular spotless mirrors.

"Shall we?" Annie shuts the door behind us and stands in the middle of the room.

My mouth slightly hangs.
Shall we what?

"Measurements-right..." I gulp and she chuckles.

"You're new to this. I get it. Don't worry..."
"Take a deep breath." She instructs and I instantly release all the tension from my body by exhaling longily.

Annie starts bringing up random subjects to keep us chattering through it all until she got all the measurements she needed, from my head down to my toe.

"And, we're done!" She announces after scribbling the last measurement down on her sparkly notebook.

"Now we're going to get you in and out of here in different outfits and looks-"
I raise a finger and smile at her.

"Go ahead..." She grins.

"Are you looking for runway models?" I ask and she instantly shakes her head.

"Honey, runways are old news." She waves off.
"We get calls from all types of fashion icons and brands, worldwide."
"They're usually looking for new young faces who can wear their work and help promote it."
"Photoshoots..."
"Cavalli? Prada? Banana republic? Umm-Guess, Giordano, Hugo, Balmain, Celine, Charles and Keith? I can go on but the list is too bloody long." She wipes her brow and I chuckle nodding at her.

"There's a bunch of other new methods of promotion though..."
"We're also looking for young adults who are highly active on social media."
"These people's lifestyles as well as their fashion tastes are of great influence to the public and they don't even know it."
"They're the ones who set every new trend."

"So..." She takes a deep breath.
"In Beau Ideal, we try to make more of those influencers..." She shrugs.

I nod slowly, trying to digest all that was said.

"I'm not very active on social media..." I shook my head a beat and she grinned.

"I know, but you will be..."
"It'll be your job."
"You're going to want to be constantly requested for photoshoots..." She says that and only pauses when my frown slightly forms.

"Look-Tess..." She sighs a bit exhausted but still smiling.

"The photos we'll be taking for you..."
"All you have to do is post them on Instagram, maybe Pinterest too, and Fashom as well."
"Catchy caption, professional biography, intricate display picture..."
"Necessary hashtags..."
"That's just about it."
"We'll be your agency, we'll get the calls for you."
"We'll tell you the place and time and all you have to do is be there for the photoshoot before you're home again, posting more pictures, flaunting the brand you just modelled for."
"It's a piece of cake."
"As long as you keep the requests coming for you and you take care of your body and how you dress, you're acing it." She fists her hand and grins.