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Being on time has always been my strong suit but on a big day like today I'm somehow behind on time. I stuff my keys into my purse as my slides clack against the floor from my haste walk to get inside the building on time. I hate that of all days, today is the day that I struggled to move and get myself together. If anything, I should be walking on clouds because today will be the day that my name reaches places its never been. American Vogue.
This is my first time working with them yet the excitement that I felt upon receiving the news isn't reflected on my face in this moment. I'm all over the place. I want to cry. I want to find a corner to ball up in. But I can't do that because I'll never get another opportunity like this, therefore, sulking shouldn't be on my agenda. Especially when this will do more for me than any other magazine as not only a supermodel but as an "activist" or as I like to title myself "a voice".
As the elevator carries me upstairs my phone rings, I answer and spew, "I'm on the elevator right now. I'm so sorry!"
"You're still on time, Hun. Relax. I just called to see where you are but I guess I'll be seeing you any second now." my manager Jeffery Feliz replies with his soothing voice.
We both hang up without another word just as the doors to the elevator spread apart to let me off. I close my eyes for a couple deep breaths then step off with a less frantic walk. My lips move ever so slightly in attempt to give myself a pep talk in order to brighten my mood. The last thing I need is to struggle to take pictures because I woke up sad.
There's music playing to avoid silence yet low enough that every voice can be heard. The backdrop is still being set up, the clothing rack is still being decided, and the hair and makeup artist are creating their set-up. To see this makes me relax and makes me feel a bit better because I swore I'd be the only one not in place.
"Uh oh, what's this mood? Please, please tell me we're not having one of those days." Jeffery's smile vanishes upon laying eyes on me.
I sit my purse on the vanity, "Do I have enough time to call my mom?"
"Yeah, go ahead. By time you finish makeup and hair should be ready for you. Try to make it quick though," he gently pushes me to go make the call.
