P.S. I Love You
Modeling
Lexi's POV
My alarm clock shot me right out of bed, because I set it at max volume so I wouldn't sleep through it.
I had a job to get to, I'm a model. Normally I would be happy to got to work, but I would have to face Eleanor, and even worse Noel. Me and Eleanor met in modeling and instantly clicked. But Kate is my BFFLWE (Best Friend For Life Without Exceptions) and that will NEVER change. I rolled out of bed, literally, so I fell on the floor. I stayed in my pajamas, because they dressed me for my job.
I went downstairs, and it was really early in the morning, so it was very quiet. Then I made myself a bowl of cereal, put on my shoes and walked right out the door. Waking up to leaving, took less than 5 minutes.
I got in my car, and switched on the radio. One Direction came on. I think I changed the station faster than Taylor Swift changes boyfriends. But all the rest of the stations were talk shows, this early in the morning, so I rode in silence to the studio.
No one but the janitors were here, so I stepped over the puddles to get to my dressing room. Now let me tell you something about these dressing rooms: They are bigger than mine, Kate's, and Eleanor's bedrooms combined. And each model got one. Because we spend a lot of our time here, between and during shoots. And also, somebody complained like 2 years ago, that they had nowhere to change. So the business went crazy and did all this. The business is retarded.
But I was grateful because there was a bed, and a kitchen, bathroom, a HUGE closet, makeup counter, and one of those huge mirrors that are in dancerooms. And my favorite colors are pink and blue, so my whole dressing room is covered in pink and blue rugs, posters, paint, and carpets. And a giant chandelier was hanging above my head. Just being in the room made me feel happy.I ran a brush through my bed head hair and laid in the bed with my laptop in front of me, and went on twitter until I heard noises outside my door.
I walked out of my dressing room, and saw the modeling director glaring at me.
"What?" I asked.
"You're late," He tapped his pretend watch, and pointed to the girls that were already on the stage strutting their stuff.
"Sorry, what am I wearing?" I asked him, eyeing a rack of clothes.
"We're promoting club outfits soooo," He held up a hanger with http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=79935008 on it.
"Kay," I rushed into my dressing room, and quickly changed. I walked back out, and went onto the stage.
Some of the photographers pointed their cameras towards me. I put my attention on each of the cameras, one at a time, doing different poses.
When we were done we all hopped down off the stage, when Noel got down, I casually put my leg in front of hers, sending her facefirst onto the ground. I laughed to myself and walked away.
My alarm clock shot me right out of bed, because I set it at max volume so I wouldn't sleep through it.
I had a job to get to, I'm a model. Normally I would be happy to got to work, but I would have to face Eleanor, and even worse Noel. Me and Eleanor met in modeling and instantly clicked. But Kate is my BFFLWE (Best Friend For Life Without Exceptions) and that will NEVER change. I rolled out of bed, literally, so I fell on the floor. I stayed in my pajamas, because they dressed me for my job.
I went downstairs, and it was really early in the morning, so it was very quiet. Then I made myself a bowl of cereal, put on my shoes and walked right out the door. Waking up to leaving, took less than 5 minutes.
I got in my car, and switched on the radio. One Direction came on. I think I changed the station faster than Taylor Swift changes boyfriends. But all the rest of the stations were talk shows, this early in the morning, so I rode in silence to the studio.
No one but the janitors were here, so I stepped over the puddles to get to my dressing room. Now let me tell you something about these dressing rooms: They are bigger than mine, Kate's, and Eleanor's bedrooms combined. And each model got one. Because we spend a lot of our time here, between and during shoots. And also, somebody complained like 2 years ago, that they had nowhere to change. So the business went crazy and did all this. The business is retarded.
But I was grateful because there was a bed, and a kitchen, bathroom, a HUGE closet, makeup counter, and one of those huge mirrors that are in dancerooms. And my favorite colors are pink and blue, so my whole dressing room is covered in pink and blue rugs, posters, paint, and carpets. And a giant chandelier was hanging above my head. Just being in the room made me feel happy.I ran a brush through my bed head hair and laid in the bed with my laptop in front of me, and went on twitter until I heard noises outside my door.
I walked out of my dressing room, and saw the modeling director glaring at me.
"What?" I asked.
"You're late," He tapped his pretend watch, and pointed to the girls that were already on the stage strutting their stuff.
"Sorry, what am I wearing?" I asked him, eyeing a rack of clothes.
"We're promoting club outfits soooo," He held up a hanger with http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=79935008 on it.
"Kay," I rushed into my dressing room, and quickly changed. I walked back out, and went onto the stage.
Some of the photographers pointed their cameras towards me. I put my attention on each of the cameras, one at a time, doing different poses.
When we were done we all hopped down off the stage, when Noel got down, I casually put my leg in front of hers, sending her facefirst onto the ground. I laughed to myself and walked away.
and u shoul dhave a contest for girls for the other boys
5/27/13