"All I wanted was a bit of excitement.
All I did was apply for a job.
And then all of me fell deeply and irrevocably in love with him."
Natalie Moon applies for an unknown job, and falls straight in the lap of One Direction. More specifically, Harry...
I was all for the idea when it was suggested to me, and when I was having my measurements taken, and when I was being fitted. I was even for the idea when we did our rehearsal yesterday... but now?
Now I'm shitting myself.
I mean, I'm not actually, that would be really gross and completely ruin the white underwear I'm dressed in, but I'm nowhere near calm.
Bekah's been a godsend, like always. She arrived a few hours ago and came straight here and has been sitting with me, trying to calm me down ever since. She hasn't seen Harry yet. I had to arrive earlier than him to go through hair and makeup, so she won't see him until after the show.
"You're gonna be fab doll. If you can walk in heels like that when you're drunk, you're gonna rock 'em out there."
The heels in question are surprisingly comfortable, though the fact that they were fitted for me perhaps makes it less surprising. They're strappy white heels that lace up around my lower legs and are decorated in loads of tiny crystals.
I'm pretty sure the shoes alone are worth more than what I spend in a year.
The outfit they've put me in is less revealing than I had initially expected. It's almost a corset, covered in white feathers, that connects the lacy bra and underwear and covers my tattoos. I also get to wear the wings, which I'm still freaking out over.
What girl doesn't grow up and wish she had wings at least once?
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They've slightly curled my hair and tanned me from head to toe, despite my LA tan. You can take the girl out of Britain but you can't take away the paleness of her skin. I barely recognise myself in the mirror, but I feel very beautiful.
The other women are all so lovely. They've been so welcoming to me, and to Bekah this afternoon, which has really put my mind at ease. A couple of them have been asking about Harry, but I don't blame them.
We did the rehearsal yesterday and Harry sounded amazing. The group that I'm walking with is opening the show, but I'm going last out of all the girls, which is really exciting. Nerve wracking, but it's way better than going first. I'd definitely fall on my face in front of everyone.
"Come on," Bekah says, snapping me out of my thoughts, "give me a preview of that runway walk."
I jump up from my stool and start strutting back and forth in the dressing room, unable to keep from laughing.
"Alright babe, look at you!" One of the models says as she walks past, and I feel myself flush.
"Are you sure you don't want a career in modelling?" Bekah says, "Because, I might not be an expert, but you're looking pretty damn good to me."
