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Post by character on Feb 24, 2011 18:07:17 GMT -5
Sam watched as Giselle climbed up the ladder to the stage. “Oh snap,” she thought as Giselle joined her. Sam needed to sound calm and confident when she replied. ”Only if you are,” she joked. ”Natural or editorial?” she asked.
Sam thought back to the photo Giselle liked. It was of her in a white shirt and denim shirt being natural. “Okay, do what you did in that picture,” she told herself. She needed to better than Giselle, who was tough competition, though it was only for fun. She parted her mouth, only a tiny bit and added a story behind her eyes. Yet, it was still relaxed.
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Feb 24, 2011 18:21:38 GMT -5
Giselle laughed at Sam's, "Only if you are" tone. "Now that is a good model tone that is great for friendly competition. It can be either." Giselle said, standing behind Sam not wanting to upstage her at all unless she was better in the picture.
She just stared at the camera, not smizing, her eyes not completely relaxed yet they had a slight edge to them, roughness. Then she took the sides of her jacket and opened them, almost like bat wings. Then she let down her tied up hair so the wind could get a good blow. As she posed she noticed that Sam was boosting her self confidence and was fiercer than ever... bingo. Giselle slowly walked out of the frame, still pretending she was there as the photographer snapped away at Sam. Friendly competition... always helps others.
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Post by character on Feb 24, 2011 18:36:25 GMT -5
Sam watched as Giselle stepped off the stage, wondering where she was going. ”Where are going?” she called after her. None the less she kept posing, as she didn’t want to waste the photographer, or anyone’s time. If anything she was here to absorb all the tie like a sponge, and not waste it.
Sam slowly turned, as the dress she wore flowed. She wanted it to dance around her as she spun, so she did it for a couple of shots before going back to what she was doing before. With each shot she let out a breath instead of taking one in to relax. This was fun, and she really appreciated everything Giselle was going.
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Feb 24, 2011 18:45:59 GMT -5
She told the photographer to stop snapping photographs and helped Sam get down off the stage. "Congratulations you finished model bootcamp day 1. How about you and I go out for a drink to celebrate?" She asked, using the touch screen television to pull up some of the photographs. "Look at this..." She said, gesturing for Sam to come over and look at the photograph. It was one of her, she had just finished spinning, her face solemn and the dress was still swishing about.
"Print!" She said, asking the assistant to print it for her. "Number two to add to your portfolio." She said, as the assistant handed her a fresh pressed copy of the photograph. "For you darling." She said, as she answered her cellphone that was buzzing.
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Post by character on Feb 24, 2011 18:53:46 GMT -5
Sam grabbed onto the photographer to help her off the stage and ambled to Giselle. She was surprised the day was over, yet also sort of relieved. Modeling was hard, though people never thought it was. ”Drinks sound perfect,” she cheer as she looked at the touch screen television.
She grabbed the photo from the assistant and held it with both hands. It looked amazing. ”Thanks,” Sam said with a grin from ear to ear on her face. ”So now drinks?” she asked, unsure of what was next. Giselle said the day was done, but who knew what that mean anymore.
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Feb 24, 2011 19:02:04 GMT -5
Giselle spoke on the phone for a little bit before she hung up, it was the agent talking to her about flying to Paris. "Drinks sound amazing. I could really use one." She said as she grabbed her leather jacket and her purse and slung that over her shoulder, it was around 5:00 pm and happy hour was just starting.
"There is this cute little bar down the road, we can walk." She said as she pushed open the door to Ford model studios and into the city night, she could hear the train chugging by, and the smoke from a smoker down the street. "Speaking of which, cigarettes out." She said, pointing to a trashcan on the curbside. "Smoking is not an image you want to see on the cover of a magazine." She walked down the street and opened the door to the bar.
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Post by character on Feb 24, 2011 19:09:58 GMT -5
While on the phone Sam went to the dressing room and slipped out of the dress she wore for the shoot and replaced it with the white dress she arrived in. She slipped on her black pumps and grabbed her clutch and photograph before returning to Giselle. She still had her extensions in from the shoot, but decided that she would keep them in.
”Sounds, well, cute,” Sam stated as she followed Giselle out of the Ford building. Sam opened her clutch and grabbed her cigarette pack, with less than half left, and tossed it into the trash can, closing her eyes. Then she grabbed her hot pink lighter which read “I love L.A,” and tossed it as well. ”Done,” she said dramatically as she caught up with Giselle.
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Feb 24, 2011 20:01:51 GMT -5
The hostess took them to the V.I.P. seating of the bar which was all the way in the back. Giselle slid into the booth, and ordered a glass of Malbec red wine. She was an ex alcoholic and red wine every once in a while was good for you, yet she never went to crazy or insane anymore. "So what did you think of your first day?" She asked, sipping the wine, sitting up straight and tall with her elbows off of the table. You never knew when the paparazzi were coming. She wanted to make sure that Sam knew what she was getting herself into... It was a tough industry and by her smoker looks and age they would rip her to pieces, it was her job to build self confidence that was indestructible. She picked up the wine glass by the bottom and swirled the wine around. "I talked to Tyra...."
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Post by character on Feb 24, 2011 20:24:30 GMT -5
”No, it’s nice,” Sam said, nodding to the bar. ”It’s simple, and cozy,” she added. It was nice to see no smokers and no drunks. She would miss it though, as she always had fun watching the drunks get tipsy and such. Giselle was right, she did need to sort of hang out with a different crowd, and stop going to the usual club that she often went to, Karma. She needed to do anything to get into the modeling world, as she was considered ‘old’ for a model.
Sam slid into the other side of the booth. V.I.P area was impressive, as Sam normally join someone so she could get a seat, at least. Sam ordered a glass of chardonnay and then turned all her focus to Giselle. ”I think it went well. Thanks,” Sam smiled. She wanted Giselle to know she really appreciated it, and it wasn’t an act. She straightened her back as well, and set her hands in her lap. Poise and grace were never her friends, but she supposed she needed to befriend the. ”Do the paparazzi really follow you?” she asked. Sam had never seen any pictures of Giselle looking bad, not once. ”Oh! What did she say?” Sam asked when she brought up Tyra.
When her chardonnay arrived she took a small sip before setting the glass back on the table. She guessed there wouldn’t be a round of shots tonight. She thought to herself about how when she got back to her condo she needed to trash her cigarette packs, or at least return the so she could get her money back.
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Feb 24, 2011 20:32:24 GMT -5
At Sam's question about following her, she set her glass down. "Always, and they always get the most hideous shots of me. They are so nosy... They even got a lens that was so clear and had amazing room they were able to catch pictures of me and Tyson kissing in the car! Mostly it's overwhelming and I feel invaded, but I worked hard for this so this is how it pays off."
Remembering Tyra she smiled and examined her polished finger nails. "She remembers you from ANTM, cycle 7 as you didn't make it. She said what killed you was your confidence. Why?" She asked, models usually went through a lot emotionally and she wanted to see why Sam was doing this to herself.
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Post by character on Feb 24, 2011 20:51:50 GMT -5
”Miss. Giselle I have never seen one bad picture of you,” Sam started. It was true, she always looked stunning, no matter the light in the room or if she was wearing sweats. She was always pretty. ”I can see how they can be nosy, but I guess that’s why they’re paid. Go after young stars and ruin their careers. Not that yours is, not close,” Sam sighed. If she did rise to the top she would have to deals with them as well. It was being clear why cigarettes and drinking was out.
”Oh, yes, it was five years ago,” she said taking a sip of her drink. ”I had just graduated high school, and I was moving on to college, I had a lot on my mind,” she paused and combed her fingers threw her hair. ”I was the underdog, not in a good way. The other models had experience, and I had mere positional. I tried to show my amiable side, but as you saw it didn’t work out. I guess I began to lose my confidence. I made it to the top thirty, where you did the runway walk, and that really did it for me. As you know that’s not my strong suit. Anyways, it all went downhill from there,” Sam finished with another sip of her drink. She felt like she was talking too much, so she stopped.
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Feb 24, 2011 21:48:55 GMT -5
Self confidence was always an issue. "I grew up in France, bullied my entire school life because of my features and my height. I nearly committed suicide twice and I was in AA and was addicted to cocaine. I did not always have an easy life. No matter what happens Sam, be yourself. Be the baddest bitch you could ever be. Do it. Do it for you. I had to watch a girl makeout with my boyfriend and fucking take off her bra infront of him!" The memories came flooding back like a massive tsunami that as trying to drown her. "But I told that bitch straight and I showed her the face of a real super model... Ther are always going to be people who don't like you Sam... Fuck them." She smiled and took a gulp of her Coke. Relatable and inspirational speech it was. |
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Post by character on Feb 24, 2011 22:16:41 GMT -5
Sam laughed along as she said to not call her Miss. ”Sorry,” Sam said giggling again. She took another small sip of chardonnay, trying to savor it. Sam listened to her story, since she had never heard or read it before. Surprised by the story, Sam listened closely. She had no idea she had a addiction to drugs, or that she was thinking about death. ”Thank you so much for sharing. That most of been ruff,” Sam said in a sympathy voice. She couldn’t help but laugh when she said to be a bad ass but stopped when she talked about her boyfriend. She guessed she was talking about Tyson, who else?
”Cheers,” Sam said as she clinged her glass to Giselle’s glass of Coke. She drowned the last bit of her drink. So, she could keep some of her bad ass side, but not an overload. ”Yeah, I found that people didn’t like me through dreaded school,” Sam sighed. She was called often called a bitch or whore, as she lived up to it. Drinking and smoking became her friends, as she could forgot all of that when she was having fun. If she did make it in modeling she could prove them wrong. Show that you could fight for what you what and the past only makes you stronger.
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Feb 24, 2011 22:32:30 GMT -5
"Good motivation for me was to show those people that teased me and called me names and labeled me that I made it somewhere. The girl they all bullied is now shoving the stick up their ass. Another topic we should talk about. Since a nice girl has a face like that... Relationships. It is going to be really hard to find someone. It's still hard for me to even have a remotely normal relationship with Tyson. We are both models so we get it but... We can't kiss to much in public or cuddle either. Those shots just anger the tabloids, so trying to make free time in our schedule is now a priority. You seeing anyone?" She asked, maybe she had heard the name and see if he is good model boyfriend material.
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Post by character on Feb 24, 2011 22:48:44 GMT -5
”Oh, yes, Gossip Girl. She puts, how do I say, lovely pictures of me,” Sam said as she remembered looking at her blog yesterday, with a picture of herself drunk and holding a cigarette. “No more of that,” she told herself. Gossip Girl seemed to ruin everyone’s career. She, or he, though most people are betting GG is a girl, has some nerve.
Relationships, yes. Sam had never found herself in a “real” relationship since high school, since she moved to flings. Another things to cross off her list, no more flings. ”Don’t most celebrities date another celebrity?” Sam asked. It made the most sense because they get it. They understand the paparazzi and how to act in public. ”To answer your question, I am not seeing anyone,” she stated. ”I mean, I met this guy named Logan at Karma, but nothing happened. Well, we grinded, but nothing else,” Sam said. Wow, she really needed to change her ways.
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