Post by Fallen Angel on Mar 1, 2006 23:30:13 GMT -5
{There is slight French in here. The words in { } is what it means in English}
The only thing worse than death would definatly have to be Modeling, well at least in one girls' eyes. The stress of being perfect; of being what everyone else wants you to be. Everything had to be done 'according to the book'. It has to be done where you do exactly how your manager tells you to do it. Exactly when, how, and where they want it done, with no questions asked. These were all things that the European model, Catherine French, had to deal with almost everyday.
A black mini skirt and a white tank top hugged the slim form of Catherine French. The low cut white tank top revealed her tan stomach and a small silver and diamond belly-button ring. Below the mini skirt, from just below her knees, sat a pair of elegant black boots. Some of her hair sat at her shoulders with the rest hanging loose down her back, just past her shoulders.
The boots made a slight click with every step she took up the steep stairs to her 'privete' studio; which isn't that privete, considering, photographers, managers, designers, other models under the same agancy and other lower level affiliates to the models, tend to be bustleing about this area tending to the models every whim...or whine for that matter. The lovely glass doors with a teal curtain hanging over it, slowly slid open as a man with a slightly brown/red gotee combo and kind shinning eyes appeared in the door way. This man wore a casual outfit as well. Just a green sweater and blue jeans, in his left hand rested a large silver coffee cup. In his right hand rested a large clear cup with a creamy pink substance; both probably from Catherine's favorite place: Starbucks.
The man thrust the pink substance into Catherine's hand and grabbed her arm, rushing her into the building. As Catherine took small sips of the drink she half listened to the angry comments from Anrieque, her manager who tended to have quite a temper. "Votre en retard ! Vous avez eu besoin d'être ici par sept ce matin pas. ...eight! Vous avez besoin d'être responcible !"{Your late! You needed to be here by seven this morning not....eight! You need to be responcible!} the words rushed out of his mouth as he stomped up the stairs leading Catherine to her dressing room. "Vous m'écoutez même ? "{Are you even listening to me?}he asked furiously as Catherine sipped quietly on her 'Strawberries 'n' creame' from Starbucks.
Catherine looked up at him, slightly startled. A bright smile appeared on her pale lips when he asked if she was listening. "You know I'm not! So, why ask?" her french accent dripping off every word and giggling all the same. She spoke in English, but she knew every word he said in French, she was born and raised in France after all, but she was trying to speak English as much as she could; just to get the feel of the language. As her manager came to a closed door he stopped, glaring at her, and then walked back down the stairs. Catherine began opening the door.
Turning back to her quickly, as she opened the door, he said "You weel bee don stairs qeecklee?" he asked his accent slurring the words, although it was more of a command. Then, he turned around to continue down the stairs. Catherine nodded before continueing to open the door. A woman came rushing up to her carrying three dresses, her face a tomato red color.
As she approuched Catherine a string of curses came rushing out of her mouth about how she was so late. As Catherine put the icey drink to her lips the middle-aged woman, Cara, snatched it from her and tossed it in the trash. "No! You cannot drink such things! Too many calories, you'll get fat. Now you have to do extra excersize!" Cara said frustrated with Catherine. A sigh emitted from Catherines mouth as she said these words. 'Fat', 'calories', and 'excersize', the words that every model hated to hear. Cara pressed one dress after another against Catherine to see which one looked best. Catherine stood stalk still and allowed her to do what she wished as three other women were rushing around to the seven other models who were seated around the room.
Finally the woman, Cara, chose a very beautiful gold dress, the same color as most of the other models{since the theme of the pictures they were taking were silver and gold only}Catherine stripped herself of her 'street clothes' and placed this dress on, then got her make-up done by another woman they had brought from the photographing company. When her hair and make-up was done very fancy with gold lipstick and eye shadow, Catherine headed downstairs. Along with the other models she treaded carefully to not step on the dress. It was a gold dress with ruffles down the front. It was cut at the bottom, it the front only, in a 'v' shape. The neck-line was cut low enough to make a man want to see more, but not enough to satiate their wants; as well as two other dresses being in that similar way.
Finally getting downstairs she just had to wait....and wait....and wait some more for the pictures to be taken.
A black mini skirt and a white tank top hugged the slim form of Catherine French. The low cut white tank top revealed her tan stomach and a small silver and diamond belly-button ring. Below the mini skirt, from just below her knees, sat a pair of elegant black boots. Some of her hair sat at her shoulders with the rest hanging loose down her back, just past her shoulders.
The boots made a slight click with every step she took up the steep stairs to her 'privete' studio; which isn't that privete, considering, photographers, managers, designers, other models under the same agancy and other lower level affiliates to the models, tend to be bustleing about this area tending to the models every whim...or whine for that matter. The lovely glass doors with a teal curtain hanging over it, slowly slid open as a man with a slightly brown/red gotee combo and kind shinning eyes appeared in the door way. This man wore a casual outfit as well. Just a green sweater and blue jeans, in his left hand rested a large silver coffee cup. In his right hand rested a large clear cup with a creamy pink substance; both probably from Catherine's favorite place: Starbucks.
The man thrust the pink substance into Catherine's hand and grabbed her arm, rushing her into the building. As Catherine took small sips of the drink she half listened to the angry comments from Anrieque, her manager who tended to have quite a temper. "Votre en retard ! Vous avez eu besoin d'être ici par sept ce matin pas. ...eight! Vous avez besoin d'être responcible !"{Your late! You needed to be here by seven this morning not....eight! You need to be responcible!} the words rushed out of his mouth as he stomped up the stairs leading Catherine to her dressing room. "Vous m'écoutez même ? "{Are you even listening to me?}he asked furiously as Catherine sipped quietly on her 'Strawberries 'n' creame' from Starbucks.
Catherine looked up at him, slightly startled. A bright smile appeared on her pale lips when he asked if she was listening. "You know I'm not! So, why ask?" her french accent dripping off every word and giggling all the same. She spoke in English, but she knew every word he said in French, she was born and raised in France after all, but she was trying to speak English as much as she could; just to get the feel of the language. As her manager came to a closed door he stopped, glaring at her, and then walked back down the stairs. Catherine began opening the door.
Turning back to her quickly, as she opened the door, he said "You weel bee don stairs qeecklee?" he asked his accent slurring the words, although it was more of a command. Then, he turned around to continue down the stairs. Catherine nodded before continueing to open the door. A woman came rushing up to her carrying three dresses, her face a tomato red color.
As she approuched Catherine a string of curses came rushing out of her mouth about how she was so late. As Catherine put the icey drink to her lips the middle-aged woman, Cara, snatched it from her and tossed it in the trash. "No! You cannot drink such things! Too many calories, you'll get fat. Now you have to do extra excersize!" Cara said frustrated with Catherine. A sigh emitted from Catherines mouth as she said these words. 'Fat', 'calories', and 'excersize', the words that every model hated to hear. Cara pressed one dress after another against Catherine to see which one looked best. Catherine stood stalk still and allowed her to do what she wished as three other women were rushing around to the seven other models who were seated around the room.
Finally the woman, Cara, chose a very beautiful gold dress, the same color as most of the other models{since the theme of the pictures they were taking were silver and gold only}Catherine stripped herself of her 'street clothes' and placed this dress on, then got her make-up done by another woman they had brought from the photographing company. When her hair and make-up was done very fancy with gold lipstick and eye shadow, Catherine headed downstairs. Along with the other models she treaded carefully to not step on the dress. It was a gold dress with ruffles down the front. It was cut at the bottom, it the front only, in a 'v' shape. The neck-line was cut low enough to make a man want to see more, but not enough to satiate their wants; as well as two other dresses being in that similar way.
Finally getting downstairs she just had to wait....and wait....and wait some more for the pictures to be taken.
