Disclaimer: I hate school. . .T-T
"Miss Massingill? They will see you now." the secretary said as she smiled at me. I stood up and walked over to the office doors. I took a deep breath and knocked before I opened it.
"Hi there! You must be Thia! It's nice to meet you." A short, pixie-like girl with short, sandy blonde hair said to me as soon as she saw me. She came over and hugged me before pulling back and smiling. Behind her, a girl with red hair that gently cascaded down her back leaned against a huge desk, arms folded over her chest. By the look of it, she didn't really like what the pixie girl did.
"Yes, I am. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss…?" I couldn't tell who was who. The pixie girl smiled brightly at me.
"I'm Alicia Squire, and she," she gestured to the red head, "is Rebbeca Ericson. But you can just call me Al, I don't mind." Rebecca walked over to us and gave me a look over. I stood there like a deer in headlights; I had no idea what to do. She circled me then stopped next to Alicia, giving her a small nod. Al's smile grew even more. I looked from one to the other, a confused look plastered to my face.
"I suppose she'll do. She's the closest to Their vision." Rebbeca turned and walked over to the desk. "I hope They know what they are doing." She shrugged and shook her head.
I turned to Alicia. "Who are They?" I was utterly confused now.
Al smiled at me reassuringly. "You'll find out soon enough."
After a formal overview of what I was doing- modeling, who would have thought of that for me? - they took me across the city to the studio, where 'all the magic happens.' I was wondering what the 'magic' was until we got inside. I almost drooled on the floor.
The studio was state of the art, with tall lights facing a wall covered over with a white sheet. To the left, four models were getting prepped by two make-up artists each. Next to that, dozens of racks were packed full of clothes in a rainbow of colors. A tall, sandy- haired guy was yelling orders to people, telling them where to go and arranging accessories for the models to grab. After a few moments, he spotted Al and Rebbeca and walked over, smiling like.
"Hello, Darlings!" He gave them each a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "You look amazing, like always." He spotted me behind them and smiled. "Well, hello there, and who might you be?"
I smiled slightly at him. "Hi, I'm Cristina Massingill." He clapped his hands together. "Ah, that girl from the recruiting in Washington. Welcome to New York. I'm Jason. I work at all the shoots, helping out wherever needed and as a part-time model." He grabbed my hands in his and gave me a look over like Rebbeca had. Unlike her, however, he smiled and flagged down a few others that I didn't know yet.
"What do you think?"
Many people thought I was very pretty, activating the easy blushes, which caused new questions and suggestions to arise.
"She'd look great in that Armani dress."
"What about the Juicy Couture jeans and poncho?"
"Or the-"
"What's going on over here?" They all quieted down as two gorgeous guys came over. One of them, a tall, guy with shoulder length brown hair and golden colored skin, looked like the one who had talked.
The other was a sight for sore eyes with tousled black hair that gently framed his dazzling sapphire blue eyes. He was tall too, but not as tall as the tanned one, and looked to be kind of lanky, though every now and again you could see a hint of muscle under his tight fitting shirt when he moved his arms.
I looked down and blushed as I realized what I had just been doing. This was my potential co-worker that I was ogling! What was wrong with me?
Jason smiled at them. "This is the new model I was talking about. What do you think of her?"
I looked up as Alicia and Jason both pushed me over to the gorgeous guys. I bowed my head, letting my hair fall into my face. I looked at Alice through my hair. She smiled and gave me a quick thumbs up.
"Tsk, tsk, this won't do." I felt someone's finger gently raise my head. I blinked a few times, not really processing who I was staring at. Dark blue eyes stared back into mine, curious, as he smiled a dazzling crooked smile.
The tanned guy smirked. "What are you talking about, D, she's perfect." I looked at him without moving my head.
'D' shook his head and moved his hand to the side of my face. "May I?" he asked. Without waiting for a reply, he moved my hair behind my ear, where his hand lingered for a second, before dropping it to his side. 'Blondie' looked over 'D's' shoulder and smiled a goofy grin at me. "Now she's perfect. It'd be a waste not seeing her face, don't you think, Jer?" I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.
Jeremy nodded, smirking at something. "Doesn't look like we'll need blush. She looks like a tomato!"
I blushed a deeper red as some people started chuckling. I covered my face with my hands, trying desperately to hide. Alicia patted my shoulder, but I shrugged her off and ran out the door.
A/N: I've only been in school for a month and I've already had three essays and two projects! . This one is much longer, so don't get mad at me. I hope I can update again before I get too deep in homework. Gosh, I hate that school started. . . Please R&R, suggestions and stuffies make me smile. This has been LegnaYokai, signing off.