model call

so...i did something strange and completely uncharacteristic....

i signed up to be a model in the spring fashion show put on by the fashion club.

i know, i know. it's a little ridiculous. i went to my first meeting yesterday, in admin. i wasn't sure if i would be able to figure out which room it was in, but then i heard beyonce blasting and all i had to do was figure out where the music was coming from. the victoria secret fashion show was playing on the classroom projector. the room full of people chattering and i saw daryious first, and instantly regretted not wearing something more fierce. apparently, we were supposed to be wearing heels too...whoops.

the meeting consisted of a quick overview, measurements, runway turn coaching, and a quick photoshoot. i think am in for a lot more than i thought. i imagined this would be something along the lines of throwing clothes on and pretending like i know what i am doing as a strut haphazardly down the runway. no, no. we are going to be groomed into professional models. we have to do go-sees. meet designers. consultations with makeup and hair. take coaching on the runway walk and posing. do photoshoots. take lots and lots of pictures. to put in portfolios. thankfully, during the shoot i sort of came out of my shell on accident, and ended up with andrew hoge gushing over my photos. i am some sort of modeling protege now....? hahaha. we'll see how long that lasts.

it felt like i walked into a different world. a world where andrew hoge is tyra banks and we are all competing to be america's next top model. the situation is a tad high pressure, but refreshing at the same time...everyone is perfectly frank from the very beginning that they are there to be fierce, bitchy, and fabulous. and the funny thing is, knowing that i did a good job gave me a strange and terrific high of excitement. i'm nervous, and it will be a lot of work. but i think it'll be really fun! and so. i'm in. do you want to be on top?