Catwalk

06. I'll go anywhere with you.

After a week of classes life is changing too fast. I would be dizzy, but after the first catwalk event Isabella has made it clear to everyone that I am not fit to walk in heels yet.

It wouldn't bother me too much if the rest of the girls hadn't passed the runaway with honors. Which is undoubtedly the main class, the basic skill of a model.

Camille with her sweetness and her French bohemian air. The heels makes her legs look much longer. Those heels make the blonde look like a powerful animal up there. All her vulptuous body moves to a sync. It's really fascinating to watch. And although she hasn't stopped saying these days that what interests her is photography, there is no one of us who parades like Cami.

And then we have Lux. She is all fire. These days I have learned that she comes from Colombia and that she hopes to go far to bring the rest of her family here. It's nothing open, so the few things we know about her are treasured.

She can show that when she walks down the catwalk. It's as if she didn't fear anything. Her steps are firm, her movements solid. Isabella accused her of being rough, but we could all guess that behind that fox mask she had managed to impress her.

No matter what people say about Njeri, in my opinion, the most impressive is Lyona. The day we had the catwalk test she was the first to climb. She is so thin, so fragile, so gloomy. It is very difficult to define and that is why I believe that finally she will be the one who arrives high. Lyona is versatile, it's like a chameleon that immediately notes its colors, but one of those that manages to keep your attention. One change and it's the sweetest thing on the planet, another and it could have a Gothic collection. It's ... well, better than me, like all of them.

"And what about that Miss whatever?" It's the first Saturday that I have a gap between classes, so I'm updating Madeleine. Then we'll all have dinner together, maybe even Granny Josie.

"Njeri... she's like... superior? Well, don't get me wrong, it's not that I really believes she is, it's more how she acts and how the rest act with her. Even Isabella os sucking up her. She allows to her to have more breaks than the one we have. I think Isabella is already starting to ask for a sample of Njeri father's fall winter collection next year." I sigh in a reluctant way, it's as if everyone is acting with an interest and the only thing I could do is try to find out which one is for each other. That makes me think of Malcolm and what his interests may really be. I stay lost in that world for a few moments.

It's the smoke from Madeleine's joint that brings me back. Apparently she has a lot in common with Cohen lately. While she laughs at my reaction, I remember that this is one of the issues that we have pending. "Hey, what's all that about participating in my brother's music? I never thought he could share it with anyone other than my father." I make a gesture with my eyebrows as if insinuating. I really do not even know what I'm insinuating, Cohen is just a kid.

"Oh, shut up! Now that you like mature ones doesn't mean that we're all changing habits." Madeleine shakes her head and fiddles with her phone as if that were all she had to say about this topic. I'd believe it if I didn't know her better.

"He's good Bowie. Shit, your brother is really good, not just a musician, he's a better person than you think. You both underestimate each other a lot." That's when in the background and from my best friend's phone I start to listen to a song. It reminds me of what I usually hear in the distance from Cohen's room but it has a different point. And suddenly a female voice makes the choirs.

"Mads?" I'm looking at her shocked. "Yes. See? He made me realize that I'm good too." I blink a couple of times and I steal her mobile to loop the part where they both sing together. The arrangement is simple, addictive. It is fresh and different. Suddenly I feel very proud of them. "So being an indie singer is your new dream?" I can't help but laugh at how absurd it sounds, I hope Mads knows I'm not making fun of her.

"Yes. No, I don't know. I think it's more like being behind the machines what I want. I think I'll look for information ... I want to be a music producer. Yes, that's what I think, musical producer." She's looking at me with eyes full of hope. Madeleine is always a person full of energy, outbursts. She does things by impulse, so sometimes it's hard to know when she love something for real. It's when she acts like this, when she doesn't take it as a joke and needs my opinion. My real support.

"It's brilliant Mads, it's great that we've both found something we're passionate about, maybe one day I'll just walk on a catwalk to the beat of one of your songs!" We are both laughing, humming every time to what could be her first big success.

"Wait, stop the hype there
Before we think about the future, we need you for next weekend." Now she is the same old Madeleine, rubbing her hands and bubbling for a new plan. I roll my eyes for the mere act of making her angry. "Shut up mandarin! Cohen and I will play, it's an absurd beach party for some rich kid, but some local DJs are going to attend so if they hear something they like ..."  Now I'm bubbling too, not only for her but for my brother. I never thought I'd have the chance to see Cohen playing live and curiosity is starting to kill me already. "Count on me! Nothing better for an aspiring model than a posh party on the beach." And each one returns to her own. She with her joint and I looking for the place to reserve for tonight's family dinner.