Unmasked ≫ J.G

I. The Whites

Beauty pageants and modeling use to be fun, I use to actually enjoy it. I loved being the center of attention as a child but now I'd rather just hide. I'd rather be alone then have every ones eyes on me - even though having all eyes on me was a normal.

"Brielle, are you ready yet?" My mothers voice shouted softly behind my door.

I exhaled slowly, eyeing myself in the wooden vanity mirror, "Y-Yes mother." I managed to murmur.

Today my mom had arranged for me to meet with some managers so I could be the leading lady in some guy's music video. I wasn't interested in being a "video vixen" as they call them but my mother believed it'd be a great way to get my face out there more.

I twisted the doorknob of my bedroom door and opened it, being met with my mother who immediately eyed me up and down, scrutinizing for anything out of place like usual. She lifted her skinny hands up and fixed my hair slightly.

"You look gorgeous, they'll definitely pick you without a doubt." She said encouragingly.

I replied with a soft smile, looking down slightly. She sighed happily and grabbed my hand, "Let's go, we have a music video spot to take."

At The Meeting

My beige heel tapped against the marble floor while my mother read a Vogue magazine. While I was completely nervous about not being chosen, my mother was calm and confident. It's not that I wanted to be in this video, it's just that my mother wanted it and if I didn't get the spot she'd blame me.

Every few minutes a new girl would come in, hoping to get the spot as well. The only difference between me and most of these girls; they wanted this spot while I felt as if I needed this spot.

"Brielle White?" A younger women - early or late 20's - with brown completely straightened hair and professional work suit called my name with a beige clipboard in her hand.

My mom smiled and patted my knee, the both of us standing up simultaneously. I took a quiet deep breath as we walked inside the big audition room. I expected to be on a stage for some reason but that wasn't the case, it was just a huge white room with a long rectangular table placed near a wall and plants placed around the room.

"Hello, you guys must be the artists and the manager?" My mother greeted them, shaking their hands while I lingered beside her.

There were two boys who had to be around my age - One brunette and one blonde - and an older guy who I assume to be their manager.

"You're slightly correct, I'm just here to supervise. I'm Nick and I'm guessing you're Miss White?" Nick inquired, shaking her hand firmly.

"Indeed I am." She smiled widely, "And this of course is my lovely daughter Brielle." She introduced me.

I smiled and waved softly, keeping my hands locked on-top of my lap, "Hello, it's a pleasure to be here." I said sweetly, but it felt like a script.

"It's nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you a-"

"All good things I hope." My mom cut him off, raising her eyebrow almost in concern.

He nodded, "Of course." He reassured her, "I'm excited to check out your resume."

The brunette teen kept looking at me with a faint smirk, making me feel slightly uncomfortable but happy because maybe this mean't he was interested in me and would pick me for the video shoot.

"You're a beauty pageant winner?" Nick asked with raised eyebrows, evident he was impressed.

I nodded, "Yes sir, I've recently won the title of Miss Beauty." I informed him with a confident smile.

"Wow," The blonde teen exhaled, looking at my folder.

"You model too?" The brunette one asked, flipping through some of my pictures my mom put together.

I nodded once again, "Indeed I do."

He closed the folder and placed it down, "I don't even think we need to look for a video interest anymore - not for me at-least."

I suppressed my ecstatic smile and replaced it with a soft one. I had the spot and I could see how proud my mother was. She was so confident I'd get this spot it was almost concerning.

"You sure you don't wanna look for anyone else, G? I mean there's tons of other girls out there." The blonde one asked.

My mother furrowed her eyebrows, "Do you not think my daughter's good enough for him?" She asked, clearly more offended than I was.

He shook his head, "Oh no, that's not what I mean't."

"Because I can assure you that she is much better than any of those girls waiting out there. My daughter is 100% natural and real unlike those plastic barbies out there." My mother lectured angrily.

"Mom," I muttered, "It's alright relax."

She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply, "I apologize, that was very unprofessional of me." She waved her hands in a shooing motion, "Carry on."

I looked back over at the table, worry feeling my body as I assumed my mother had just ruined my shot of being in the video.

"It's fine, I can tell she's perfect for this role. I want her." He said confidently, pushing back his chair and standing up.

He made his way over to me, kind of slowly but very surely. He stood in-front of me and held out his hand. I looked down at it and furrowed my eyebrows in confusion on what he wanted. He chortled and grabbed my hand, untwining my fingers and placed it in his hand.

"I don't think I introduced us properly, " He began, glancing behind him, "The blonde one's my best friend, Jack Johnson."

I nodded and smiled, making a mental note to remember his name.

"And I'm," He held up my hand and pressed his lips against the back of it softly, never breaking eye contact, "Jack Gilinsky."