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"Nice~"
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"Chin up a bit. Yes, like that."
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"Good."
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"Look at the side a bit. Smile slightly."
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"Good job, everyone! That's all for today!" Shout Mr. Allen Caroza while clapping after the last shot was taken. He's a manager, fashion designer and my mentor. He's a friend of Yvonne Caroline Smith, my aunt.
I gave them a sweet smile as I get off of the stool and took off my heels. Phew! I feel like my feet are on its limit.
My make up artists and fashion designers rushed towards me and assists me to my sit. The shoot was for the September issue of Vogue magazine.
The lights were turned off, umbrellas been folded for the dismissal that was called. The green screen at my back and the other studio lighting equipments were carefully kept away to safety as well as the dresses.
I was in the studio where my aunt suggested me to work at. What was my job you ask? Well~ I was just a famous model worldwide.
My name's Jane Abigail Smith. 20. Young, sexy, and beautiful, of course. You shouldn't forget that. That word and me shouldn't be apart. I've been a fashion model for Celine, Gucci, Chloé, Prada, Versace and many more. Not just clothing brands but also to products like Samsung and Louis Vuitton. I was a model since I was 7.
Yeah, at a very young age, I was like you-need-to-work-just-to-live stage. Well, that's what actually how my aunt put it. Never thought of it in my entire life. Maybe, its the way she address it just for me to say 'yes' to the job.
"Good work today," said Lizzy Baker, one of my make up artists and also, my close friend.
"Thanks." I responded as I try not to move a bit. She's removing some of my make up. She knew I wanted to look natural.
I went to my dressing room along with my assistant and helped me change. I need a shower.
Bzzt bzzt
I heard my phone buzzed after I finished changing. I picked it up and it was a message from Mr. Caroza.
September Fashion Week. Johnny's Fashion Studio. 9 o'clock sharp. The day after tomorrow.
I sighed after I read the message and dropped the phone in my oversize lambskin leather tote. Seems like I got a schedule again. Such a busy year. I thought.
Mr. Caroza still had that weird type of sending a message. Doesn't he knew it pressures me?
I looked up at the wall clock on the left side of the room.
10:31 am. Hmm...guess I'll go get some milk tea outside on my way home. With that in my mind, I immediately grabbed my bag and fixes my hair then leave.
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"Finally, I'm off work and got only one day to rest." I sighed deeply.
Seriously, this year, I've been way too swamped. I went to a photo shoot like 34 times and been ramping on the stage often. From January until today, I was drained but I still love my job. It's my passion.
With my gray faux fur jacket on, I walk on the streets of New York. I was raised here by my aunt. I don't remember my parents nor their face. I don't know if they're still alive.
