ATTENTION!
CALLING ON ALL BEAUTIFUL WOMEN!
Did you ever dream of or have a passion for seeing yourself on the runway, taking long strides as you threw a wink at the camera? Sending sexy glances to the audience?
Or are you a model just looking for a new challenge and spice in your career?
And you out there, you just know you've got it in you to make it big, but you're just looking for a chance to show it!
Well, why don't you come audition at the Park Exquisite Jewellery Company on the 28th?
Show us that natural talent you've got hidden inside you. Start out your career by meeting other models and even having a chance to score a major gig from a big brand.
With a good salary, there are just too many opportunities laying in wait for you at Park Exquisite Jewellery.
The audition starts at 8:00 a.m. sharp.
Keeping to time is highly observed.
Contact the number below for more inquiries.
503-702-1415
"Well? What do you think?" Bernice said as she handed me the flier. We have been stuck here in the office planning this fashion show for more than a week now.
We're thinking of contacting THE NEW TIMES magazine in order to give the people a glimpse of what they should expect during the show.
Its going to cost a lot just to get a slot in that magazine, I mean...
If I wasn't as serious as I was about this, I could take all that damn money and fly abroad. Lol. For a week or so
Hit on some hot boy, spend a week, come back home, and in two months time I find out I'm pregnant.
And the shocking truth to it all is that he's my mate! And a Mafia boss!
Oh! How dramatic my life would be!
Maybe I'd call him two years later; that's after I'm done with that dumbo of a husband I have, and then I'd be all free and just mysteriously get his number, call him, and tell the guy off that I don't need his fucking child support money because, bish, I'm rich as F, and then I'd end the call and just let him come crumbling at my door step.
Since this is looking like a good plan, why don't I just do it?
"It's pretty nit, and you just read my mind. Asking real models to come do this would require a lot of cash and pleadings, which I do not have at the moment. We want to spend wisely, so after the show we can still make new designs." I nodded. Never mind; the pearls would never forgive me.
"It's better we get them while they're fresh and young on the streets. I'm sure we'll witness many talents."She sighed
"You didn't set an age limit, though. Do you want some 50-year-olds sliding in for a shoot? No way, Ber," I laughed.
No offence to anyone; I just need fresh young faces since this is my first ever show and we're showcasing jewellery. I just want everything to be perfect.
"For the makeup and hair styles, I'm thinking of getting in touch with Latifa."
"No fucking way! Do we have the budget?" She says it almost immediately; I just had to throw her that sheepish look.
"What?!!" She flushes, giving me more points on this debate I'm about to start.
"If you're into girls, just say so; there's no need to hide it. I'm your best friend, so I could never stop loving you." I shrug as I open a pack of files we made, from the budget to every last detail we would need to accomplish this goal of ours.
Honestly, if I had been alone in this, I would have gotten a brain ache and left the whole thing for another year.
That's why I love this bish right here.
"I am so not into her!" She replies almost immediately, and I just roll my eyes.
You can try, girl, but I've always had my suspicions.
"Tell me why you stalk her social media accounts."
"I don't stalk her; she just has great content to share!"
I roll my eyes again, and she bangs the table, making me hurl in laughter.
"Stop this!" She says that, and she's already laughing in bits.
"Why should I? I mean, I saw the way you looked at her when she did my makeup. And you pretended to not know her, but you knew her even before we ever met!" I laugh
"I was playing it cool! Besides, it was your day, and I didn't want to spoil it." She coughs
"And just so you'd know. I'm a fan girl, and it's because I love her dark skin; it's so damn beautiful, and I love her personality too! That doesn't mean I want to kiss and smash, okay?"
"Okay… Fine if that's how you say it is." I pipe down as we return to our normal positions.
"Yeah"
"But you would kiss her if you had the chance, right?" I raise a brow.
"Definitely," she said without thinking, and when she realised, she looked at me with her hands going straight to her mouth, like it could stop her from saying something stupid again.
"This bishh," I mock.
"Don't start with me! It's just a kiss, and you didn't specify where on her body!"
"You knew what I was talking about, darn it!" I chuckled
Let's get this over with so we can go print these fliers and paste them; get them billboards up and running everywhere so the whole street and roads know what's up!
~28th
Day of Auditions...
I can't even imagine the kind of response we've seen today!
My whole building is filled up with over a hundred applicants, and that's just crazy!!! One hundred applicants, fuck!
Thank you, Lord! This is so mind-blowing, and we just need 40 people!
Fingers crossed Let's hope this goes well.
We actually need 19 people for the photo shoot with The New Times; that's if they get back to us because we're literally waiting for a response, and I pray for a good one. Bernice said they'd jump on the idea of featuring my models in their magazine because I'm now a Sukuna.
I'm kind of hoping so, but I really have little faith in that.
There are other magazines we could get for this.
We need natural beauty for this audition right here. We're in for people who rock the pearls with style and fierceness and who could do a runway and also a photoshoot together.
We're looking for different views, fashion, beauty, and stories behind this dream, and I think I should stop talking now and focus more on the audition.
"Hi," I smile as a pretty girl with red hair and cute freckles walks into the room. I wanted them to audition with no makeup because I'm going with a natural theme for my photoshoot.
"What's your name?" Ber asks her as she gives her a hug.
"My name is Katie Williams, and I'm 20 years old."
"Cool. So why did you decide to audition?"
"I'm kind of trying out new things. In my life, my mom's really not that supportive of my indecisiveness. I've tried so many things, and I just haven't had a genuine passion for any of them.
And I'm studying theatre in school, so I just felt fascinated by models and cameras, and I love your pearls by the way they look so beautiful in the lobby."
"Thank you," I smile.
"So I'd take this as your first time modeling. Nice. I wish you good luck." I smiled as my assistant brought in a number of pearls for her to pick from before the photographer took his shot.
And by the end of the 79th applicant, we were exhausted as hell.
"You know what? I feel we have our 40 beauties already." Bernice said as we prepared to go out and grab a bite
"Let's not rule the others out, though; they could have potential."
"But you know that I know that I know when I see beauty, and it's real for sure."
"That didn't make any sense, but I know what you're saying. So should we send them away? Let's give them a chance, please."I plead
"I'm not saying we won't; don't get me wrong there. I'm just saying I know our 40 models already."Bernice smirks
"Okay, if you say so."
Then my phone rings, and I groan internally. Who would dare interrupt me and my fantasies of kimchi?
"Ma'am, your husband is in the building," Kim said through the phone, and I swear I choked on something.
"Tell him I'm on my way," I said before ending the call.
"Come on, we've got to go." I drag Bernice as I head towards the door
"Are you that hungry?" She chuckles
" Reiss just entered the building."
"Oh, the husband." She raises her brows at me.
"Yeah, the husband," I answer. But it's not what you're thinking, Ber; if he's here, then something must be wrong. He's the only person who can interrupt my life, and I don't have the willpower to ignore...
I had few minutes to prepare my mental health to act all cute and loving, even though we haven't had a real conversation since that Gala night.
Don't look at me like some bad wife keeping malice with her husband. I just don't have anything meaningful to say to him. I'm still kind of hurt, you know.
"Hey, hun," I said as I walked into the lobby. I greet him with a cheek kiss and a warm smile.
"My best friend, Bernice," I said. Finally, I'd introduce them.
"Nice to meet you." He gives her a hug, which I'm surprised but pleased with; at least he respects her.
"I see you're busy today," he said, and it reminded me of the applicants I had in the lobby.
And it hits me: Why is the lobby suddenly quiet? And where are these ladies?
"Yeah, uhm… I forgot to tell you I was looking for models for my runway show today." I chuckle, trying to avoid his gaze. I should have told him, and I pray he doesn't punish me for this.
"Silly you. You told me, and that's why I came." He kissed me on my forehead.
His public display of love just never seems to amaze me.
"Thanks," I utter.
"And I brought someone with me."
"Who would that be," Papa?
"Who else?" I heard her say as I saw the clusters of applicants surround her like a swarm of bees around a honeycomb.
"It's nice to see you again, Araceli," I greet.