BAD ACTING

CALCULATED

        The rest of the weekend blurred into Monday morning, and I awoke in Leah's bed alone. I stumbled out of bed and I searched for thirty minutes before I located my phone. Two missed calls from LA Models. I called the agency, looking at my reflection in the mirror. Gold pants. No shirt. The choker laid on the floor at my feet.

        "You have a go-see with Guess, like now." the assistant informed me.

        "What?"

        "Everybody is talking about some party you and your friends hosted. They're calling it the gold party."

        "I don't understand," I said, foggy from the weekend of drugs.

        "Three different designers called this morning to meet with you, and Guess won. I'm texting you directions now."

        "I think... I need ...to shower" I said slowly, looking in the mirror.

        "Just get there ASAP, byeee."

        I dropped the phone next to the choker of thorns and walked into Leah's master bath. I showered and searched the room for clothes to wear. I found my Diesel jeans and Julia's oversized see-through T-shirt. I threw the rest of my things in the black Louis Vuitton duffle including a baggie of coke, and some pills. I drove to West Hollywood and walked into a studio to meet with the people from Guess. They watched me try on two outfits.

        "You're skinnier than our usual guys, but we like you."

        "Uhh. Ok."

        They said I could leave, and I drove home, thankful to finally be in my apartment.

        My phone started ringing and I picked it up.

        "Hey, there it's Joe from LA Models."

        "Hey."

        "You're blowing up kid."

        "Is that good?"

        Joe laughed.

       "Yes very good, we have a slight problem with Guess though."

        "What?"

       "Guess wants to use you, but Diesel just called and because of a small clause in your contract, Diesel can re-book you for their winter campaign and you can't shoot with Guess."

      "So is that good or bad?"

        "Well, we would rather you shoot with Guess, but both deals are fine, and the fact that the two labels are fighting over you is great."

        "Ok....good." My brain still foggy, nothing registered completely yet in my mind.

        "Diesel wants to shoot you with your actress friend. You're doing the campaign together."

        "I'm doing the shoot with Leah?"

        "No...Carrie....Carrie Sayer, the girl on that new ABC show."

       "What? She's like sixteen."

        "I know, it's perfect. Good job bud, Ana will send you the details sometime today, you shoot next week."

        I hung up the phone and called Leah.

        "Hey."

        "What's up?"

        "Where are you?"

        "I'm leaving set, why?"

        "I had the craziest morning," I told her about going in for Guess, and how Diesel re-booked me in order to keep me from shooting with Guess.