Modeling Crisis (book 1)

Modeling Crisis: Chapter 4

“Nice Nikki. Now face straight towards me. Yeah just like that.”

“Like this?”

I ask.

“Yes, now looks towards me. Yes, perfect.”

I face straight towards the photographer. My plane ride went perfectly fine but the next morning I had to rise nice and early. YAY! Note the sarcasm. I’m currently in Montreal, Canada leaning against a white wall modeling for some Canadian magazine that featured at least one Victoria’s Secret model each year. I’m wearing some kind of bathing suit in the warm Canadian sun, which I was surprised that it was so warm out.  My hair is some kind of bun, which is crazily formed in some design. My makeup is so heavily applied I don’t do too many facial expression because I have a fear the makeup will crack. I have layers of chunky necklaces and bracelets on my neck and arms. It was almost I form a small smirk on my mouth as the camera flashes a couple of times.

The photographer, a young but balding man, cleared his throat and yelled,

“Alright, that’s a wrap everyone! Great job Nikki!”

“Thanks.”

I try to say above the erupted clapping and chatter that arose after the photographer called it a wrap. I went over back to the hair and makeup for them to take off all of this gunk off my face and give me back my clothes. I sat on the stool a little melancholy because I forgot to bring Rosalie along. She usually with me for every photo shoot but the photographer specifically said no pets allowed or the model with the animal gets the boot.  I took off the necklaces and bracelets as I waited for the makeup artist to come over. I look over and see she’s occupied with another VS model who’s about to take her photo’s.

I sighed and crossed my legs and another model came over to me, I think her name is Emily. She’s one of the newer models. Emily has long cascading brown curls and tan, olive skin and super skinny legs and arms. She smiles and says,

“Hey Nikki! I know this is going to sound weird but can I get your autograph?”

I laugh as I remember when I first had dual shoot with Katsia Damankova and asked her for her autograph she looked at me like I crazy. Hey what can I say, I was rookie and I looked up to her. She was absolutely gorgeous. I smile at Emily and say,

“Yeah sure thing girl. You got a pen on ya?”

Emily nodded her head and said,

“Yeah, and I have some paper with me also.”

Emily said with her southern-ish accent coming out. Emily begins to produce her pen and paper and I autograph with silently. I hand them both back to Emily who is now smiling. She looks at me and asks,

“Are you going to be the next million dollar angel this year? Well do you know yet?”

“Yeah I already know and it’s moi!”

I end my sentence is the French word for ‘me’ and smile largely as Emily smiles back at me in wonder and says,

“Wow, I don’t think that’s happened. Well at least the consecutive part. All right girlfriend, breaking Victoria’s Secret records!”

She holds up her hand for a high five, I bring my hand up to hers and smack it. We both laugh and then she’s called up for her turn.

I walk through the hotel without anybody recognizing me, thank you Canada. I head over to the lobby’s desk and ask for my luggage. After being handed my luggage by a small Latina women, I head up towards the elevators and take the clear one, where you can see the entire hotel while you go up to your room floor. Who says adults are lame? The elevator stops at floor 18 and I make my way to my room, which is so conveniently placed with all the other models. At least I wasn’t paying for any of this; if I was I would be sleeping most likely on the highest floor. I sigh and walk to my room, 11832. I see some other models giggle and make their way towards the elevators. I smile in their direction and they do a tiny wave towards me before laughing some more and walk faster to the elevators.

I look at my outfit in the hallway mirror. My hair is still in the hairstyle the hairdresser did, some crazy but cool bun and my makeup was long gone except for some mascara and lip gloss. I was wearing a brown button down shirt that was open with a white tank underneath.  I was wearing white shorts with a brown belt and I was wearing a brown sandals with light pink straps. I sighed in relief, at least the girls weren’t laughing at what I was wearing. Victoria’s Secret models were not of the friendly sort and I’ll be first to admit that I wasn’t nicest person either.

I opened the door to my room and was greeted by stumbling over somebodies stuff. I growled out of anger,

“Blasted luggage. Whose crap is this?”

“That crap is mine. I’m assuming your Nikki?”

I’m met by a tall, brown eyed girl. I instantly recognize her, Jessie. Jessie was known for being a bad roommate, well thank you Victoria’s Secret. Your million dollar angel gets the lovely opportunity to stay with Jessie, the queen of bitchyland.  

Jessie smirks and says,

“Well since you’re glaring at me, I’m guessing you already know who I am. Anyways since you’re not answering me either, you get the bed next to window Nikki.”

I snap out of my haze and say,

“Yes, I’m Nikki and move your stuff out of the door alright?”

Jessie snorts and says under her breath,

“Whatever.”

Jessie disappears into the bathroom once more and I make my towards the bedroom with my luggage in tow. I dump my stuff on the floor and look through it for some PJ’s. I grab my pink shorts and leave my white tank top as a sleeping shirt. I had at least two more in my bag. I zip the bag back up closed and go over to the bathroom and knock on the door. When no response comes through I yell from the other side of the door saying,

“Jessie, I need to brush my teeth and take off my makeup!”

Jessie steps outta the bathroom without so much as word and walks past me to her bed. I enter the bathroom and run my tooth brush under the water from the sink and proceed to brush my teeth. I take a small white towel and clean my face. I look up at my face in the mirror and smile to myself. I shut off the lights and head over to my bed.

I place my tooth brush back inside my bag and I crawl under the blankets and get comfortable. I grab my phone and set an alarm for 7:30 seeing as I had to get up and go to the shoot set for 8:45am. I shut off my phone and place it on the bedside table. I look at the sleeping form in the other bed and think “this is going to be a hard three nights.” I actually couldn’t believe I had to share a room with this menace. After all the complaints I’m surprised she actually is allowed to share a room with somebody. I shrug my shoulders and shut my eyes.  

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*Author's Note*

Do you think anything going to happen between Jessie and Nikki? So I've decided to try to uplaod reguraly and writitng this story come easliy so there most likely won't be a problem especially with summer right around the corner and everything. Vote, Comment, Fan! Sorry for grammar and spelling, I try to go over everything at least once before uploading. Picture of Nikki from her photo shoot on the side!