Charming Down South

Chapter Three: The model

"Turn!"

Snap

"Flip your hair!"

Snap

"Smile with your eyes not lips darling."

Snap.

"Ok! Take a break."

My form automatically slouched. I ran a hand through my styled hair and walked off of the beach set.

Trisha, my manager, scampered over in her four inch heels, wobbling like walrus on a bouncy ball in the sand.

"Lucky" she finally got to where I was standing.

"Ok" she started in an innocent tone.

"Before you say anything, you need to keep an open mind."

I pretended to think about it.

"How about no." I gave her a dead beat stare.

"Honey-"

"No"

"Please-"

"No"

I stomped my foot and crossed my arms.

She waved me off and started to walk away.

"Okay, I guess that five thousand dollar shoot goes to someone-"

Urgh, I knew she'd do this.

"Fine" I groaned and followed her inside.

Walking down the hall, I wondered I'd agreed to.

She suddenly pushed my inside a door. I squealed and almost fell flat on my face.

Trisha caught me and sighed in relief.

"Phew, we can't hurt the money maker."

Well thanks.

I shrugged her arms off of my shoulders to see a room full of girls. wearing what might you ask. underwear

"Oh no" I turned around to walk out but Trisha pulled me back.

"Oh yes, you said you'd try it."

"I technically didn't."

"Oh shush."

Trisha shoved my too the end of the line.

I got a better look at the fresh white room. crisp blah walls, pure white furniture, over all very blechy and modern.

"Hello, your interview right this way."

I looked up to see the typical office assistant. glasses, hair in an up-do. yeah you get it.

I glanced at her grey clipboard.

Calvin Klein.

Ooh maybe she knows Justin.

She led my into a room, a very blah one, might I add.

I looked to see Justin sitting at the desk in a very professional like manner.

"Justie!"

I giggled and jumped into his arms.

He wrapped his arms around me.

"Bubba, bubba, bubba." I sang.

He clamped a hand over my mouth.

"Shut up." he glared at me and I giggled.

I looked to see the assistant standing in the doorway awkwardly.

I waved my hand to dismiss her and she made like a banana and split.