Here's part 2…
Arrrghh…that annoying director! I was just late for an hour! At least compare to that, what's the word again? Oh yeah…bitch. She was late for five hours and when she came, the director was so grateful to see her and even asked her if she wants coffee. Now, let's see… What did I get? A simple: you're late. The world world's waiting for you! For the past years, she's been competing with me. She such a pain in the ass…every job I take, she must fight with me for it. Arrrghh…it's so annoying!
Even if I've become the most high-priced model compared to any of the other models, I was still being treated like I just started modeling career yesterday. It's probably about the no agency thing. Ahh…I still need to wait for a month till I can model for Mikako's new collection for the summer. After that, I might reconsider the suggestion she made last fall, opening up an agency myself. She says that I am way more experienced than any of the models she met and after meeting me, the clothes she designed just don't seem to fit anyone but me.
I was thinking about all of those during the whole shoot. I walked back to the apartment I've bought two years ago. Even if it is not as grand as the one George is staying in last time, it feels more like home. I sighed. I took out the keys and opened the door of my apartment. It was pitched black and I couldn't see a thing. I was deep in my own thoughts. I remembered those days when I was living with George. It seems as if it's going to last forever. Oh, I don't know…maybe I still miss the sight of him.
I just couldn't seem to get him out of my mind for the past ten days. Even after things have started working out between me and Hiro-chan. Or should I say, fiancé? He promised me a trip to Paris as our honeymoon and Mikako gave us two tickets for a play that will be held at that time.
This just isn't working out for me…for the past few years, I've been dating a lot of other guy models or even guys that I just simply bumped into in the middle of nowhere. I can't help myself to compare all of them, even Hiro-chan, with George. The one man I truly loved in the whole of my life.
They just weren't good enough. I wondered how George is doing now. I haven't heard from him since the day he left…well, me. Every job I've taken, I always avoided jobs offered in Paris. I was on my own. Not with any modeling agencies, I mean...I just couldn't stand it when they ask you to do this, do that, follow the rules…I don't like being ordered around. After eighteen years of being treated so, I've truly had enough of all those nonsense.
I cried myself to sleep that night, praying hard that I would forget about it and let go soon.