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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye. -Miss Piggy

I couldn't even think about eating, erm, them or else my eyes would change colors. I sat on the couch, and closed my eyes concentrating on anything but ripping their stupid little heads off. I gripped the couch as tightly as I could without breaking it.

"Are you okay?" Some girl asked me. Immeditly I could smell that the cameraman swooped towards us. I opened my eyes, surveying everyone in a quick second. I noticed the guy who was stalking me earlier stayed his distance from me. The girl who had talked to me was the one I met before getting on the bus. I glared at her for ruining my most peaceful state I could get into. I really had to control myself, or my eyes would change colors.

"Yes." I answered, making sure the tone of my voice wouldn't make it seem like I was open to more questions. I glared at the cameramen again, this time though another person walked towards me.

"Look, you signed a contract, and you may of forgotten it, but you can't look at the camera-man or into the lens while they are filming." He told me. I supposed it was one of the producers. I nodded yes as the girl who asked me is I was okay shifted back to her group of friends.

"Actually, can you say your response to something?" The producer asked me, as if I had a choice.

"Yeah, yeah." I replied following him to a green screen corner, where there was a small TV screen on a stool with a video camera next to it.

"Okay, I'm going to show you a video clip of something, and I want you to respond to it, okay?" I nodded. He pressed play on the remote and up popped a video of Mr. Jay greeting us. It continued up until we entered the warehouse. I sighed, knowing I would have to talk.

"I was wondering how Mr. Mr. Jay found hair-gel that was waterproof." I ended on a simple note. The producer looked stunned at first, then held amusement in his eyes.

"What about this clip?" He fast-forwarded it to a clip of me walking down the runway from earlier. He even looked stunned at how graceful I was.

I smiled knowing exactly what to say. "That was my first time ever walking down a runway." The producer seemed stunned, still, so I got up and walked as slowly as I could to my little couch. Some of the other girls were being called to make comments about clips, which would be mixed in with the final product. I took in my surroundings. It was nicely done from a human's eye – but to mine it was cheep and disgusting. They had fake cobwebs in he corner but not even fake spiders to go with it. The gothic structure was suppose to be Renaissance time, I assumed – with it's cathedral like feel to it. The ceiling was about 10 feet tall and made of plaster decorated with paint to look like marble. I sighed, wondering how long it would be until the judges make their decisions. None of the cameramen were on me since I was doing nothing interesting or starting any drama. Mr. Jay suddenly came out of a door.

"Okay ladies, while we wait for the judges to make their desion, we are going to have a pose-off!" Everyone around me started screaming and shuffling about to Mr. Jay was. "I'm going to start off by calling two of the contestants to pose against each other – the winning lady that I choose will go to the right, and the other one will go to the left. We'll continue until everyone has gone once, then do winners against winners and so on."

Everyone nodded and moved to the far side of the room. Mr. Jay then said the names, Sheena and Brittney. They went up in front of everyone as they were cheered on by their friends.

"Okay, ready?" He asked. "Start in 5, 4, 3, 2, !" They started doing the weirdest poses they could think of, or at least that's what it looked like. Sheena had one of her legs behind her head and was hopping around trying to get balanced. Brittney had her knees on the ground, with her head trying to touch her feet. It was really funny, that is, until I was called next with some girl named Cassindra. I signed, and tried to do some sort of vampire pose while giving my most fierce look I could.

Big surprise that I won. Cassindra was whispering to her friends that I only won because Mr. Jay thought I was hot. The next round I had to pose againts Sheena, who looked like she was doing the can-can. I decided to let loose and stand on my hands while posing. Benny Ninja would be proud to say that he coached me, not that he did.

I won against Sheena. She didn't seem nearly as upset as Cassindra – she actually told me good luck in the next round. I knew it would be fun to win and such, but I didn't want to draw that much attention to myself. I did some really stupid pose by acting surprised with my hand covering my mouth and one of my legs sticking up while standing. The other girl, Mercedes – did a Indian sort of pose, which turned out okay. I was happily eliminated, until Cassindra starting snickering. My stupid vampire hearing.

In the end, the girl named Mercedes won. With funnily perfect timing, the judges walked out of the room to this one. The girls stopped cheering and immediately paid attention to them.

"There are 22 coffins in the other room, but 32 girls. Ten of you will be eliminated." Tyra spoke in a suppose-to-be-serious tone. I had to suppress a laugh at the whole atmosphere, and the fact that Tyra's face was airbrushed. "I want you all to open the coffins to see if there is a picture of you inside. The ones who do find their picture will continue on hopes of becoming America's Next Top Model. Those who do not find their picture will have to leave immediately." She smiled. "Are ya'll ready!!?" Tyra chanted out. Everyone screamed around me. "Then go!!!"

There was a huge stampede to the door and everyone was flinging open the door and looking for the picture of themselves. I just stood back and watched, I was afraid that I'd break one of the doors to the plastic coffins.

"Hey, Rosalie!" Sheena's voice rang out. "Over here!" I carefully made my way through the hoards of girls over to where Sheena was. I then saw my picture, freshly printed on photo-paper.

I smiled. "Did you make it?"

"Yeah, thank God too cuz I didn't want to have to fly all the way back to New York already!" She laughed. I laughed back, concentrating on not eating her. Some of the girls went off crying, while producers shoved them back to do those interview things. Poor things, even I felt bad for them.

I noticed Cassindra walking over to me, obviously mad – brown eyes flaring at me. "So you made it in to the next round?" She sneered at me.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her. "No I just found this picture of me in the garbage can." I replied back think with sarcasm.

"Good because that's where it should be!" She nearly yelled back at me, then stormed off. I was so preoccupied, I didn't even know that the cameramen had surrounded me.

"Awh, girl don't worry about that – you definitely deserve to go to the next round." Sheena said sorrily to me. She peered at my eyes. "Weren't they just gold a few seconds ago?"

That caught me dead. "Oh, erm, the lighting makes my eyes change a lot."

She seemed to buy my excuse, so I was out of the spotlight for now. The girls who didn't make it were being shoved off the set, cameras right in their faces. Tyra the came over to us, the girls/one vampire who did make it.

"Congratulations, ladies! You're one step closer to becoming America's Next Top Model." She paused as the girls started squealing. "Now you all are going to have a personal interview with the judges – so we'll see you in the room." She winked and left, nearly tripping on her gown as she turned around.

A producer then told us to wait in the other room while we were in to be called into the 'judge's room'. The first name he called was Jaslene Admarillo, so I guessed it would go alphabetically. Sadly, my last name was only the seventh letter into the alphabet. I went and sat on the couch, waiting for the interview and thinking of what I should say.

I heard Cassindra talking about me behind my back, having no idea that I was eavesdropping. "I know, like – at least I got in because I could actually model, not just my pretty face.

"She tries to act all cool and stuff, because she thinks she's totally cool being some sort of loner or something."

"EHMYGAWD, I know!! She is totally egotistical." One girl screamed out.

"Hey did you see that other girl who like no boobs at all?"

"Yeah, and I thought I had none – compared to her, they are like Mount Everest!"

They had stopped talking about me and moved onto another victim. I sighed, wishing I could just slap them. I continued dreaming about beating them up until someone called my name.

"Rosalie Hale?" The producer called. Ugh, it's my turn to do the interview. I stood up and walked over to the door with Cassindra's glare burning into my back. I ignored her as I entered the door of doom.