I never did that horrible fashion show I did that stupid fitting for.
The agency told me I was confirmed, so I showed up there, right on time, like the good boy I am. None of the other guys had arrived yet, so I decided to sit there and wait.
Are you Alex? – This girl asked me.
Yes I am – I replied.
Did you come for Cardon?
Yes, I believe so.
Oh, cause I think you are not doing the show. Let me call our agency, ok?
Twenty minutes after, I was going back home on the bus. It took me about an hour to get there, and an hour to leave the place. I cleared my schedule for the day so I could do that show, and all the sudden, I found myself cancelled at the last hour. I felt beyond humiliated, especially since I knew all the way that I was not a good fit for that show. I don’t sell thirty and something successful rural entrepreneur, its clear to everyone. Not even without all my earrings and chains and bracelets off. I hope they pay me for that anyway. Then it would be ok.
On more news about… well, the subject, someone made me a Fashion Spot thread. A bit creepy. I wish I knew who she is.
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