it hard on Dina’s photo. The stamp read ‘Approved’. “Just wait in the lobby for a little bit. In about twenty minutes we’ll be showing a tape about the model search for those who are invited, like yourself,” Paula explained, handing Dina a few brochures. “You’re definitely going to get an agent.”
“Why thank you,” Dina said. “I know I’ll get an agent, I just hope that I won’t have to put up with the hassle of getting a shitty one!” She then grabbed her photo and the brochures from Paula and walked away.
“You know, Steve, why can’t a girl be beautiful, and also be nice at the same time?” Paula asked. She stared at Dina exiting the ballroom. “Well, at least the agents will be happy to know that their payment to us for being here, yet again, won’t go to waste.”
“Paula, no one’s perfect. Besides, maybe you just haven’t met any girls who were kind and beautiful simultaneously.”
“I don’t know, I mean, take that Dina girl, for instance. She’s beautiful, and I know damn well she’s rich, but that one quality that’s most important in this business, she’s lacking. That quality is to not have a stick up your ass,” Paula remarked, followed by Steve’s laughter.
The dreamlike landscape of the room, mixed with the reflected red velvet, slowly Paula’s eyelids began to get heavy. But they continued their commitment of looking over more girls’ photos. Meanwhile, past the chandeliers, velvet, vases, green marble pedestals and fresco paintings, Dina finally reached the exit of the hotel. She walked out and felt a cold breeze run against her sweaty, make-up-enhanced face, the chill freezing her sweat. She looked at the line of girls who stretched all the way down the block and walked opposite of where the line led to, observing as these young girls looked at her with envy and enjoying it.
Mingled within the line, a nervous voice, belonging to Legend, said, “Oh my God, that’s Dina,” after she noticed Dina walking toward her.
“Alright, just turn around and maybe she won’t notice us,” said Jenny. Dina passed by them without even acknowledge their faces.
Legend turned back around and saw Dina walking over to a taxicab while the line started moving. If only the cab could hit her. No. Legend suddenly felt a breath of sadness rush over her face, mixed with the cold, chipping away the only hope of succeeding that she ever had in her life. It’s as if the moment she saw Dina, the negative empowerment she had over Legend for a long time abruptly came full circle again. “I wonder where her friends are,” said Legend. Dina’s taxi drove off.
“Who cares where the other bitches are at? All I know is this line is long, and my ass is freezing,” Jenny mumbled. Her mouth felt the numbness from the cold wind.
“Do you think they’ll accept this picture of me?” Legend showed her photo to Jenny, grasping onto it tightly due to the wind craving to tear it out of her hand.
“Well, girl, you are thirteen years old in this picture. But, maybe they will,” replied Jenny. Girls passed by them, some had tears in their eyes, others had solid smiles on their faces, just like Dina had, separating the two emotions that Legend would inevitably feel after she exits the hotel.
“This is the only picture that I have where I don’t have acne, or even stringy, blonde hair.” Jenny rubbed Legend’s back to calm her.
“Listen, calm down, it’s gonna be fine. Just follow the plan that you explained to me yesterday. All you have to do is hand them your photo while covering up part up your face with this scarf. We covered up most of your zits with make-up, so this should be a cinch.” Jenny handed Legend a red scarf and continued to rub her back.
“What are you talking about? You can still see my acne through the make-up!” Legend was frantic, seeing the line moving faster and closer to the entrance of the hotel. Suddenly, through her poetically mixed emotions, lightning
“Why thank you,” Dina said. “I know I’ll get an agent, I just hope that I won’t have to put up with the hassle of getting a shitty one!” She then grabbed her photo and the brochures from Paula and walked away.
“You know, Steve, why can’t a girl be beautiful, and also be nice at the same time?” Paula asked. She stared at Dina exiting the ballroom. “Well, at least the agents will be happy to know that their payment to us for being here, yet again, won’t go to waste.”
“Paula, no one’s perfect. Besides, maybe you just haven’t met any girls who were kind and beautiful simultaneously.”
“I don’t know, I mean, take that Dina girl, for instance. She’s beautiful, and I know damn well she’s rich, but that one quality that’s most important in this business, she’s lacking. That quality is to not have a stick up your ass,” Paula remarked, followed by Steve’s laughter.
The dreamlike landscape of the room, mixed with the reflected red velvet, slowly Paula’s eyelids began to get heavy. But they continued their commitment of looking over more girls’ photos. Meanwhile, past the chandeliers, velvet, vases, green marble pedestals and fresco paintings, Dina finally reached the exit of the hotel. She walked out and felt a cold breeze run against her sweaty, make-up-enhanced face, the chill freezing her sweat. She looked at the line of girls who stretched all the way down the block and walked opposite of where the line led to, observing as these young girls looked at her with envy and enjoying it.
Mingled within the line, a nervous voice, belonging to Legend, said, “Oh my God, that’s Dina,” after she noticed Dina walking toward her.
“Alright, just turn around and maybe she won’t notice us,” said Jenny. Dina passed by them without even acknowledge their faces.
Legend turned back around and saw Dina walking over to a taxicab while the line started moving. If only the cab could hit her. No. Legend suddenly felt a breath of sadness rush over her face, mixed with the cold, chipping away the only hope of succeeding that she ever had in her life. It’s as if the moment she saw Dina, the negative empowerment she had over Legend for a long time abruptly came full circle again. “I wonder where her friends are,” said Legend. Dina’s taxi drove off.
“Who cares where the other bitches are at? All I know is this line is long, and my ass is freezing,” Jenny mumbled. Her mouth felt the numbness from the cold wind.
“Do you think they’ll accept this picture of me?” Legend showed her photo to Jenny, grasping onto it tightly due to the wind craving to tear it out of her hand.
“Well, girl, you are thirteen years old in this picture. But, maybe they will,” replied Jenny. Girls passed by them, some had tears in their eyes, others had solid smiles on their faces, just like Dina had, separating the two emotions that Legend would inevitably feel after she exits the hotel.
“This is the only picture that I have where I don’t have acne, or even stringy, blonde hair.” Jenny rubbed Legend’s back to calm her.
“Listen, calm down, it’s gonna be fine. Just follow the plan that you explained to me yesterday. All you have to do is hand them your photo while covering up part up your face with this scarf. We covered up most of your zits with make-up, so this should be a cinch.” Jenny handed Legend a red scarf and continued to rub her back.
“What are you talking about? You can still see my acne through the make-up!” Legend was frantic, seeing the line moving faster and closer to the entrance of the hotel. Suddenly, through her poetically mixed emotions, lightning
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