Thread: The Darkest Lure of Modeling (Mykhaila & Rea)

Renee Marie Kesseler For once, it seemed she might be getting somewhere. After a year of trying, was there someone truly interested, who wasn't some fat old man with a Nokia, spitting out prints on his laptop? Her friends had said it took time, but, every time she tried, no one called her back. Ever since that day at the mall, when a modeling agent had said she could go far - but that hadn't gotten her anywhere, either. Yet his words rang true, every day she thought of them. Renee had always known she was a pretty girl - if not beautiful, if she was allowed to be somewhat narcisstic. Modestly pretty, unfortunately, for her looks had never gotten her very far. She was intelligent, but incredibly shy when it came to social situations. Being an only child, and homeschooled for the first part of her life, she had never had the chance to communicate and make many friends. It wasn't until seventh year of school that she transferred into a public school, because her parents had divorced, and instead of relying on one or the other, they had agreed to introduce her to the world. While looks had attracted attention, she didn't have the right attitude to be 'popular'. Eventually she had inserted herself into a circle of friends, becoming well-liked enough to even be considered known throughout the school. A day at the mall had yielded a bunch of young women, giggles and purses, shopping with no real destination in mind. A man had approached Renee, telling her how beautiful she was, and that if she were to contact him later that week, he would get her a job immediately. That never happened, but ever since, she had tried. And tried. And tried. The last interview seemed promising - until she learned of the man's arrest, tied to a child pornography ring. Now it made sense when the man had said You might be too old for my clients. She had assumed he was looking for teenagers to promote a certain type of clothing wear ... luckily, she had been spared. But she wouldn't give up. She wanted so desperately to become famous! Most of her life, she hadn't known how amazing it was to be liked, to be popular, to have friends, and to have others wanting her attentions. Perhaps it was because her parents had given her a sheltered life, that she now wanted freedom. They didn't know her desire, or her secret meetings with others. Her mother was oblivious, and her father only cared if her grades dropped. Given that her grades had remained impeccable, no one was the wiser. A handful of her friends knew that she was trying, but yesterday, she had learned that her closest friend Becky was also trying. Knowing that her friend was also struggling in the business, Renee had decided not to tell anyone that she was meeting this person today. She couldn't risk it. What if Becky got her place, and not her? It was with a promise of I'm going to study at the library, Daddy, that she left his apartment - it was with him that she was currently living, her mother off with some boyfriend for the week in Vegas. She had no intention of studying today. No, today could be her big break, what she had been waiting for! No, wait, she couldn't get her hopes up, either. As desperately as she wanted to believe, this could turn out to be nothing but a bust, as all the others had been. It was pleasantly warm, so she had dressed in a carefully chosen outfit, with colors well-matched that would give her a sense of fashion - but also casual, as if she had never planned for hours what to wear to the interview. Renee was careful with her clothing, and with how she contacted the client. To her surprise, it was a woman, called from a public phone. That was promising in itself - everyone else she had met been men. Several bus rides, blocks walked, and a cab later, she had managed to find the woman's office - the building itself was unspectacular but clean, so it seemed from the outside. From what she could see through the glass panes, a woman sat at the desk. Everything seemed professional, decent, and Renee couldn't stop the flutter of excitement that after she paid the cab driver. Hesitant steps led her forward, to open the front door to the main office. Miss Castor? Renee called, hoping the flush of red on her cheeks would remain unnoticed. This was exciting, everything looked legitimate! Would she truly make it, this time? My name is Renee. I scheduled an appointment with you earlier? I'm sorry if I'm late, she glanced to a clock on the wall - ten minutes early, in fact. I must say I wasn't expecting this. To be perfectly honest, everyone else I've contacted wasn't anywhere near as professional as you. I'm very excited. Renee laughed, obviously a little nervous as she fidgeted in place.