Catwalk

01. We're in each other's team.

"I'd like to have more tits." I can sense the stare of Madeleine minewhile we are walking througth the mall. I know that look, she is thinking that I have nothing to complain about.

I'm tall, but lanky. I'm ginger, so my skin sometimes can look like a some kind of strange universe, with all that tiny freckles and its own capacity to get bruise, forming galaxies here and there. Normal, pretty normal for an american teenager. I suppose is normal too, to compare myself with everybody else.

I was looking at that georgeous blonde who was picking a bra big enough for twice size mine when Mads voice wake up me form my own world "They're looking at us." With zero discretion, my best friend is pointing to a woman and a men dressed like bussiness people "Are we in trouble?" I'm confused, I know is not the first time that Mads steal something, but she usually tell me before try.

Before I got time to do anything else they are in front of us, big smiles and the sense of expensive perfum surroned us. "Good afternoon ladies, let me introduce ourselves. I'm Malcolm Nash and this is my coworker Isabella." For our own good I'm sure that we shouldn't trust in people who call us ladies but I have to admit that I'm kind of curios about their presence. Malcolm smile and a little dimple shows in his left cheek, and Isabella, she is simple impresive "We are a New team of Zett Management Model, looking for young talent in the city. We thought that maybe some of you could be interested in our open casting this weekend. This is our card, just in case." His smile is even bigger and for a second his grey eyes are fix just on me. I'm sure I am red as the bra that the blonde was choosing a minute ago.

"Is this a fucking joke?" Mads is palying with the card between her fingers, like she expected it to desappear in the air in any moment. I covert my own mouth, afraid that whatever is happening now is going to end before it start just because of her big mouth. "I'm afraid is pretty real, Miss..." Malcolm left that space in blank for my best friend to cover it "I'm Madeleine, Mads, just Mads." Now he is looking at me, his dimple is about to coming out again. I just take a deep breath because I hate to say my name out loud "I'm Bowie. Yep, I know, musician father." He is more than that, but nobody wants to know about it rigth now. And there we go, this Mister Nash and his dimple, I close my eyes for a second but his smile is still there "Hope to see you both on Saturday, the details are in the back of the card." Isabella shake our hands coldly and quickly, letting us there in the middle of the lingerine setion of our favorite mall, more lost than we ever been in here before.

"What the fuck?" Mads got her big blue eyes fix on me, but I only can look at the card wich is still holding in her fingers. "No way, Crazy Carrot, we are not going to that awkward shit." She can not decide for me, and I know I should listen to her for all this almost ten years of saving each other asses, but the words were out there before I realise what was happening "We're going to google them, if them seem real and legal, we should try. You know, just for fun." But there was something in the way that this Malcolm were looking at me that make me want to do it for real. I can't tell Mads, actually, nothing to tell to anyone until this Saturday.