The Model & The Singer

Chapter 3

Sam sat on the edge of his bed as he stared off at nothing. Santana broke the news to him. His career as a runway model was over. His birthday was on his last show and word got around he was too old now. But instead of telling him or facing him with the news, they went behind his back to Santana. That for his age, he was over the hill for runway work. He was angry at the knowledge that the heads of fashion's runway elite thought he was over the hill at 25.

Santana let him know that it wasn't truly the end of his career. She promised that she was going to work at finding him a job that could give his career a boost. A new leg to stand on. Before he left he was given an address for a cattle call for a new music video. Sam took the paper from her and thanked her for everything. But Santana didn't want to hear that. All she wanted was for him to check out the cattle call. That would be thanks enough.

Sam promise that he would go check it out in the morning. He blew his breath and glanced at the paper in his hand. "So much for my week of rest and relaxation." He mumbled to himself before placing the paper on his nightstand. "Might as well get ready for it." He told himself before he fell back against the bed, trying to fall asleep and not think about his life is over.

The next day, Mercedes was once again fighting the boredom and creepiness of the second day of cattle call wannabe and actual actors as well as a wannabe and actual male models. It was four hours before they had a lunch break. Mercedes was in a purple, one-shoulder mini goddess dress and satin pumps that Kurt had designed for her. She ignored each guy that walked in and tried for the part as they practically drooled at the sight of her.

She would just stand there and show Artie that she really didn't give a damn about this entire idea. By the ninth hour, there was one more guy for the day and she could go home, take off her purple bob wig, and soak in the tub. Then get into a pair of pajamas and eat some golden cookies and cream ice cream. The thought of it all brought a smile to her face. "Okay, Cedes. This is the last one for the night." Artie stated as he, Lauren, Kurt, Unique, and Marley sat at the table across from her. "What?" Mercedes focused on him before she smiled. "Really, Artie?" She said with hope.

"Really." He said as he looked at the list. "Samuel Evans." He said. Sam heard his name being called before he got up and headed to the room. Mercedes sat down in a chair that was used as a prop for her and each guy. Right now, her feet hurt and she was getting sleepy. "Samuel Evans!" Artie yelled again. "I go by Sam." Sam, stated as he walked in and looked at the table full of people. "Oh, okay," Artie said as he wrote something down on the back of his picture. "Sam, meet Miss Mercedes Jones," Artie said. "Mercedes, meet Sam Evans."

Mercedes glanced up as she was bent over in the chair massaging her ankles. "Nice to meet you, Sam." She said. "Nice to meet you, too. Miss Jones. Love your music." He said as he noticed that she wasn't paying attention to anything but her legs and feet. "Uh, huh." Mercedes said, not looking at him.

Sam watched her remained focus on her legs before he decided to take control of the situation. He sat on the floor and took her right leg and placed it in his lap. "What are you doing?" She asked in a surprised tone. "I'm helping you out, so we can get on with this audition." He told her as he slipped the shoe off her foot before he began to massage her right calf all the way to her stocking foot. Mercedes' eyes went wide as she glanced at this stranger massaging the hell out of her leg. She watched him kneed and caress it deeply, causing her to feel relaxed.

"Oh. My. God." Marley softly said. "Is he doing, what I think he's doing?" Kurt asked in the same tone. "If you think he's massaging our girl's leg and foot as he sits on the floor in front of her. And making her head go back. Then yes it's what you thought." Unique said, leaning over for only them to hear.

"Oh, my goodness," Mercedes mumbled as she let her head roll around while this guy makes her foot feel good. She started to moan some then lazily watched him move to the left leg and again worked his way down. By the time he finished, he was up and dusting his jeans off. "Do you want your shoes back on?" He asked her. Mercedes looked at him sleepily as she lightly shook her head. Sam turned to face the table and was met with surprised, smiling, and turned on looks across the row of faces. "Okay, we can start now." He said.

Before Artie could even say anything, Mercedes fought to stand up and waved her hand. "No, need." She said as she continued to wave her hand. "He's the guy. Pick him. I'm going to go home and skip everything but going to bed." She said before walking off and leaving her shoes where they lay.

Sam glanced from the table to Mercedes Jones then back to the table and smiled for the first time since he got the news about the cattle call. "Really? I got it?" He asked them. Artie glanced at Mercedes walking away before looking at the others nod in approval. He gave a smile and spoke. "Yes, really. Congratulations, Sam Evans. You got the job."

Outfit Mercedes wore:

One-Shoulder Mini-Goddess Dress (in Purple)