Blythe's POV:

I was nearly at the studio, when I got a phone call. I ignored it not wanting to risk being caught by the cops or crashing my car. Once I found a car park I made my way to the studio. I checked my mobile and saw I got a call from Marcus. "Marcus? Why the hell would he call me?" I thought. My thumb was hovering over the call back button. "Ugh. Okay, here we go." I pressed dial and listened to the first beep, indicating that the other phone was ringing.

"Hey B." A familiar voice said in a surprised tone. "Hey, umm… you rang." – "Yeah, look I'm sorry about how I reacted and I wanted to talk to you. Like face-to-face." – "I really don't want to talk about it though. I'm so embarrassed about… about everything." – "Hey please, Blythe, it's fine you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Can you meet me today?" – "I've got a job interview right now, I don't know how long it's going to be though." – "You have an interview? Where?" – "Burberry? Shut up. That's huge! I'm so happy for you. Meet me tomorrow then? How about lunch at the 'teatro'?" – "I suppose that's okay. Can you be there at 1pm?" I was now standing at the front entrance. – "Sure. Good luck, B, I know you're gonna nail the interview! We'll talk more tomorrow. Bye-bye." – "Thanks, I sure as hell need it. See you."

I slid the phone in my jacket pocket and opened the door. The inside looked much like the outside. Simple and sterile. Both the room and floor were white, most of the furniture was black and there were neon lights everywhere, giving the place some excellent lighting. It looked like something from a science-fiction movie.

There was a young girl standing behind a counter, she smiled at me, showing perfectly white teeth that matched the surroundings. I gave her my best smile and confidently stepped towards the counter.

"Good afternoon, my name is Blythe Anderson. I'm here for a… well I guess it's a job interview. Mr Bailey simply told me to come here." – "Oh right, he mentioned something like that. Come with me, I'll show you where to find him." She gestured for me to follow her. "I'm Sarah by the way."

I smiled and followed her through a door into a complete change of scenery. The walls in this room were pitch-black, but there were a couple of lit up areas – a 'stage', something that looked like a hair salon and what must have been cabins for dressing rooms. No doubt this was the photo studio.

Sarah continued walking, clearly unimpressed by all this room had to offer. I struggled to keep her pace, but we quickly reached the centre stage. There he was, I immediately recognized the man with mousey hair and dark-gray eyes.

"Mr Bailey, there's someone here to see you." Sarah said just like any assistant or secretary would have. "Oh, I didn't know we'd have another model, I only planned in 10. Never mind, get him into his clothes and then to hair and make-up."

Sarah gave me a surprised look, but I took the initiative. "Sir, my name is Blythe Anderson. I talked to you on the phone a couple of hours ago. You told me to come here. I want to be a stylist." – "Oh okay, my mistake. But now that I think about it, you might fit better into that gray coat I've got." He vaguely pointed behind me. – "I'd be happy to model for you later, but can I first help styling the models?" – "You're very direct. I like that. Go to Martha, she's one of our stylists, she'll show you what to do."

Sarah grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the 'salon' area of the room. She tapped the back of a small lady who was eagerly working on applying make-up on some poor girls face. I gave her a pitiful look and smiled as Martha turned around.

"Are you a model or the new junior stylist? … God they get younger every year." She added the last bit with an almost scared look on her face. "Hello I'm Blythe Anderson. I'm supposed to help styling the models." I replied, astonished by how much professionalism I was showing today. "Alright, well you can leave him here." She waved to Sarah indicating that it was time for her to go again. "So Blythe have you ever worked on a photo spread?" – "No, Miss, I haven't." – "Just call me Martha, everyone here does. You're job is going to be dressing this model." She pointed to the girl she had been torturing with too much make-up before. "Make sure she gets something that matches her looks." And with that she moved on to the next model, leaving me with this one. She was just how you'd expect a model in the fashion world. Tall, boney and with a flawless face. "Great. I'll have to work some real magic to make her interesting." I thought, while walking over to the stand with the female clothing. I picked out a white blouse and black jeans, but I went over to the men's table to get a beige jacket. I also picked out some converse shoes. I gave them to the model and after she had changed, I noticed the clothes looked great, but she did not look nice in them. I told her to open up her hair and brush through it with her hands. "Perfect." I thought. I finished just in time, because Mr Bailey came to get my model just a few seconds later. After the shoot was done he came over to me. "Congratulations! Your model had personality, she had flair!" – "Thank you, Sir." I answered. This lifted a huge weight of my shoulders. "I'll see you again tomorrow. Be here at 8am. We'll talk about your schedule this week and I'll give you the contract so you can work for us."