Chapter 6
"David hold still, you're driving the poor make-up girl crazy! There's nothing to be nervous about, you've done this a million times." Marcie scolded as she walked back into my dressing room. I was the only model here with a private dressing room and with how jumpy and nervous I was tonight, I was more than grateful. The weird thing though, I wasn't nervous about the show itself, I could run the catwalk in my sleep. It was the man who would be sitting at my table with Jenny and now Marcie and Janice too, along with Blake and Emma and a few models to fill the rest of the seats.
I'm not sure why, but when Marcie heard I had invited Elliott and his siblings, she and Janice decided to let one of Marcie's other agents host her table and they would join mine. Marcie claimed that she wanted to see if she could convince Elliott to do some modelling for her, but I had a feeling she wanted it to look that way to the press and not that I had a date to the show. I'm sure by the time I got to the table, my seat would be strategically placed next to Jenny or some other beautiful young model.
"Marcie when you start walking around in front of thousands of people in your underwear, getting your picture taken from every angle, then I'll let you tell me not to get nervous," I groused. No need for her to know the real reason I was sweating despite the multiple layers of powder the make-up artist had applied to my skin.
I was currently wearing a short bathrobe sitting on a chair that looked like a paired down version of what you would sit in while a dentist drilled your teeth. The show would be starting in about 20 minutes and Alana….Alecia…Anna?...was applying some final blotting powder to keep my skin from shining up there in front of all the lights. My hair was already styled and sprayed and yesterday I had gotten all other hairs on my body either waxed or thinned out with tweezers, so I had just the right amount where they wanted it and none where they didn't. I was already wearing the special cup to keep my junk pleasantly placed with no bouncing around, there was not one spot on my body that hadn't been inspected, adjusted and approved by at least 3 people. And I liked my job why? I had no clue.
"Is everyone at the table?" I asked my illustrious agent.
"I don't know sweetie, I dropped my stuff off with Janice and the girls when I got here, but I've been mingling and working the crowd ever since. Janice just texted me about the outfit Zaya Tisdale is wearing, I'll text her and find out." A few minutes later Marcie confirmed that our table was full and everyone in the audience was busy finding their seats as the show was announced to be starting.
"Okay David, I'd better go join them. Our table is right across from the end of the platform, so you'll see us all the way down. You'd better flash me one of your gorgeous smiles, I have a photographer posted next to the table to shoot you just as you make the turn. Kiss kiss," she said as she air kissed me right before she ran out.
"David, the boys have started, you're up in 5 minutes so can you come out and get in the line-up?" Max, the show's director popped his head so I stood up, gave myself a glance in the mirror and put my game face on.
"Showtime David," I murmured to myself.
I went to the corner and handed the girl who would be in charge of my changes my bathrobe. I was wearing the pair of skin colored sheer and very skimpy briefs which would remain under everything except the white bathing suit which I would show in my final run. I slipped on a pair of silk boxers for my debut and took a few deep, relaxing breaths. All of the other models were smaller than me, several were just boys probably between 16 and 18, then a few my age, but I was the tallest and broadest. In the beginning some agencies thought I was too big to model, some suggested I lose weight, but I didn't have an ounce of fat on me, it was all muscle. Go big or go home was my credo and Marcie knew that I had a look that would change the world of male modelling. She knew that even in the world of male fashion, our key demographic was heterosexual women between that ages of 25 and 50. They were the ones with the money and they wanted their husbands and boyfriends to look just like me, not the skinny teenage boys that had been the core of the industry in the past.
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Lãng mạnDavid's at the height of his career as a top male model. He's gorgeous, he's hot, he's who everyone wants. People look when he walks into a room, but do they actually see David? Or do they see the façade he's created, the successful, sometimes ar...
