The trip was quite long. But for a trip from Cali to New York, I didn't expect anything less than my luxury experience. The guy that was sitting on my left oddly had his hand down his pants, which I didn't even wanna know what the heck was going on there. The woman to my right was even worse somehow. Yeah that's right, the woman to my left was worse than the guy who was snoring with his hand down his pants. She had to share the armrest with me, and with her swiping the palm of her hand across her snot-filled nose, and then wiping her hand on everything other than a tissue, I just decided to remain as scrunched as possible to keep from touching either of them.
By the time I had arrived at my apartment, I remembered the note Gigi had given me. I must have been so caught up with snot rag and that other guy that I forgot to open the envelope on the flight like she said. I opened the smallest pocket of my suitcase and pushed my socks out of the way only to find, well, more socks.
I tried not to panic and searched through my purse, and after throwing my clothes across the room searching through all my bags and suitcases, I realized I had lost it. I wanted to call Gigi and tell her, but I realized I had spent more time looking for an envelope than getting ready for my interview that was in 30 minutes.
Panicking about the 10 minute trip from my apartment to the studio worried me. This interview was going to be the real deal. This is when the boss looks at your face, your walk, and your body and decides if you're even good enough. Looks are key. Sending modeling pictures was the option I chose since I was living all the way in California, but I guess she got tired of receiving photoshopped pics of women so my audition had to be in person. Now that I was looking at my fatigued reflection in the mirror, I knew that I had really messed up this time. I scrambled to put on my makeup as fast as I could, trying to blend every little inch of my face so I didn't end up looking like Pennywise on crack. Hair wasn't the most essential part but it was still important. Unfortunately, I only had enough time for a simple bun that ended up falling out in the car.
Getting used to New York traffic was a struggle. I forgot that the traffic here would cause this 10 minute drive into a 20 minute one. There was no way I was going to get this job being over 10 minutes late.
I checked in at the front office and luckily enough they still let me in. I walked passed the studio which was already lit with bright lightning and crowded with other women who were being interviewed. Maybe I had made it in time. I opened the door and immediately approached the first person I saw.
He was leaning up against one of the metal pillars that supported the building, talking to one of the models I had seen before in one of Press's magazines.
Kace's POV
"I don't know, Kace. So far a lot of the models that have came in aren't what we're looking for. We just might have to use the same models we've used in all the previous-"
I watched as Ivy's eyes wandered behind me. I turned to see what she was looking at. A tall blonde had her eyes right on me. I watched as her long legs gave her an almost seductive walk, while her smile showed her innocence.
Elle's POV
"Excuse me, do you know where the manger is? I just wanted to see if I'm too late to audition."
I stared nervously at the guy for what seemed like forever, waiting for a response. He seemed to be in a trance like state which didn't make much sense. Compared to all these women, I wasn't much to look at.
He flinched as he snapped out of his trance and finally made eye contact with me.
"I'm actually the executive of Press." He said letting a chuckle flow under his breath.
