5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Silent Angel:
Wow, I never saw that coming...
babyblueheart:
Great update..I agree, Silent Angel!! :D
Nathanialroyale:
Poor kid, that was all I could think when reading that. Poor kid.
AxelVal:
Sorry for the no-updates thing, guys. My internet went out when we moved but it's back, so I promise to have an update soon!
Just not tonight because I won't be home long enough. :P
AxelVal:
Here it is! Please enjoy!
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Well, the photo shoot the next day? Never happened. I had just gotten to the studio when they told me something about not wanting to be associated with someone like me anymore. I waved it off, not really caring as it was a minor job anyway. But when my next assignment was cancelled as well. I got suspicious.
Grandpa had gotten into the habit of scanning tabloids after the first paparazzi freak-out. His efforts were finally rewarded. Or we were receiving divine punishment.
Front page, there was the reason my jobs were being turned away suddenly. “Model on Drugs?” read the headline. And under the words was a picture of my outing to the restaurant, talking to thin air. Or at least it looked that way.
Grandpa and I looked at each other and shook our heads in disbelief.
Maybe that was why I was getting strange looks after my midnight-scare. I had woken several times that night and no doubt had bags under my eyes.
I didn’t even read the article, just looked at a few of the pictures, not much variety, and tossed it. I called mom later and she had heard already. News like that travels fast, though the girl-scandal wasn’t a big enough worry I guess. Thank you, Internet.
Dad was next on the list and I could hear him and Uncle Jahre laughing, must have had it on speakerphone. I swore not to buy them birthday presents that year.
I’m not even sure when that all died down. I did get to go on live TV once and broadcast that I never was nor would be on drugs unless it was aspirin. I saw a bunch of skits of me on Saturday Night Live and MadTV too. I actually laughed at those.
There was weird fan mail too. And I don’t mean the normal weirdoes. I mean people writing saying I was a good example of the drug-user community and they were surprised my face hadn’t caved in like theirs yet...yeah…freaky.
I think I turned in a few of those to the local drug task force agents. Umm, anyway. It took a few months for the skits to be done on TV, though I still couldn’t get a job for a couple more after that. I guess the advertisement companies were afraid I’d go into withdrawal and faint or die on them or some such stuff.
Even then I was back to kid’s work. Really. I modeled with kids. I’d never done that before, but they were hard little workers. Cute little buggers too. It kind of made me wonder when-slash-if I’d ever have any of my own.
But yeah, I actually came to be known as Uncle Toby around that place. I think the one who started that was a little girl named Alina.
(That last one is Alina, just in case you were wondering. Sweetest little kid there, I swear.)
Heh, fun times. I still couldn’t wait to be on the runway again. It felt like forever since I’d had the bright lights in my face, the designers staring, all that jazz. And I really wanted it all back. Sure, the kids were fun, but they really take it out of you! Never give a seven-year-old model a chocolate bar. Even a regular size one. They go nuts.
When my new agent approached me, I had actually been dumped by my old one a month or two into the drug scandal, I was hoping with all my heart. “We have some good news.”
I couldn’t breathe. “You’re going on the catwalk tomorrow.”
I jumped up and down, hugged her, clapped, everything I could think of! I couldn’t wait! It was one of the small places, not far from town, but I was still stoked. I sat in the make-up chair and let them do whatever they wanted. I didn’t even care to ask who the designer was, just asked what style I’d be modeling.
When the wardrobe worker responded with “Underwear” I almost fainted. I’d never done that before! I was actually kind of shocked they didn’t think the ‘drugs’ had ruined my body.
But once I saw what they wanted me to wear…I was not ready. Not at all. This wasn’t really fancy, Victoria Secret underwear, but it was...well, look.
I was glad my blush couldn’t show through the pancake of make-up they had slathered on me. I’m still not sure how I managed to do it though, honestly. Maybe the lights smudging out faces so everything was just one colour helped.
It took a while to get back to my regular jobs. Between the underwear catwalks, which there were more, I still got to work with the kids. Crazy-girl would occasionally show up at the studio, sadly. After a while her brother semi-stalker began to show up with her. They weren’t talking obviously, but he and I talked a bit. Every time I’d say something to him Shelly would give me this weird glance out the corner of her eyes.
I was only used to her now that she didn’t pronounce her love for me anymore. If she had continued that I probably would have run every time I saw her. Though she also would have followed I bet.
It wasn’t an easy friendship; heck, it wasn’t even a friendship so much as a ‘if you don’t tell me you love I’ll tolerate your presence’ kind of thing.
Not like semi and I had going on. He did go haunt one or two of the other models for a bit, but he told me it was boring. They couldn’t see him like I could and therefore he was bored very easily following them around.
But we had a few grand ole times, the three of us. We’d go bowling or karaoke-ing, things like that. Semi and I even went out for lunch and dinner a few more times on our own. I was careful not to talk or laugh too loudly or too much though. Learned that the hard way.
Well, I suppose…wait a minute. I won’t bore you with all the details; I’ll try to make this short. I did finally meet someone who wasn’t taken and who didn’t ditch me after one lousy date.
Her name is Galia. It may only be a few weeks into the relationship, but I think love may be in the air.
At least I know it is on my side.
So to top it off and sum it up; my name is Tobias Roy Windsor, I’m a twenty-two-year-old male model who is just now coming into the romance scene, and this life has been written and copyrighted by me.
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If anyone asks, the Photobooth could take pictures of Semi because it's a different kind of camera than the Papparazzi use. ;P
Next will be Rayen!
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