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//yeah, so clearly this was a rushed set! actually, i'm cleaning out my drafts and i just didn't wanna discard it. so i threw a song on it & published it!

[story asap]

Friday: Free day
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I didn't realize how hot Alex Bently was until I saw him up close and personal today.
I was sitting in on a photoshoot he was doing, when he walked out in his underwear. My mouth literally dropped open. And it was hard to get me excited over a guy. I guess he could feel me looking at him, because he glanced my way.
So I gave him my most sexy smile. Which he reciprocated, giving me his charismatic, colgate smile. If there was a picture for sexy, he would definitely be it.
Today, I was free. So I decided to accompany a dear friend of mine to a phootshot, where she was the photographer.
 
During one of his breaks, I approached him.
"Hey baby, I noticed you noticing me; so, I just want to put you on notice that I noticed you too." i smiled.
He laughed at my corny pick up line. "Rachel right?"
"That be me," i said in a jolly manner.
"I'm Alex."
"I know who you are," I said giving him the once over. I really wanted to know who he was.
He laughed. "So you working this shoot?" he asked as he took a swig of water.
"Nah, not this time. But I could work you, if you like." I'm such a whore. c[=
"Are you always this blunt," he asked amused.
I simply nodded yes. And I was. If I see something I want, I go for it. It's not like I wanted him to wife me or anything. I just wanted some damn good fun.
"So what are you doing after this shoot?" I asked.
"I have another shoot to do, but you can give me your number. I'll call you sometime."
I did as I was told. "Now, don't have me waiting by the phone forever." I said giving him my sexy pout.
He just laughed and walked away, with my number. Of course.

Thursday 19th November: Meeting with Elizabeth.
Who: Everyone [Recommended for rank moving]
What: In a few weeks 4-5 of the top girls from the agency are being flown to America for a couple of weeks of whirlwind shoots and catwalks. Convince Elizabeth that you are right for this experience and your career will skyrocket guaranteed.
Note: so if you haven’t guessed this basically means some girls would be in America doing American jobs and the others would still be in Britain doing British jobs.
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I was sitting in my interview with Elizabeth. I really wanted the chance to go to America! I man London, is great, but so many more opportunities in America. I wanted to become an international make-up artist. After all, I was the f*cking best.
 
"What makes you the best make-up artist for this job?" she asked me.
"Come on Elizabeth, you know my work."
She gave me a stern look. I guess I had to answer huh?
"Simply put, I am the best. My professionalism is quite amazing, if I must say. The opportunity would be very superb for my career as a make-up artist. And who can't pass up a trip to America."
"Uhm hmm," Elizabeth said as she wrote. I wonder what the hell she could be writing.
"I will say your work is fantastic, it really is. But your personal life, not so much." Here we go.
"I'm aware of that. But I do not mix business with pleasure. If I'm doing a job, I'm doing a job. And my personal life does not effect my work whatsoever."
"Alright," she continued writing. "Well we will let you know something in the next couple of days."
"Thank you." I stood up, shook her hands, and went on my merry way.
 
Well, i guess nothing to do but wait, i said to myself as I took at a black n mild to smoke.
 
//i'm working on my writing. bare with me please!

Friday: day to shop in town, Prague is famous for little vintage shops or avantguarde designers' stores. Find something original!
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mucho mucho fun! i had a good time ladies! check out the photos i took! c[=

Singers/musicians: Daniel Merriweather needs a female back-up singer for a show in Berlin after the EMA's. 1 job available
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"Hi, i'm here for the audition," i said to the lady sitting at the table.
"Sign in and have a seat. Your name will be called. How rude of her, she didn't even look up at me. B*tch.
I signed my name and took a seat.
"Are you nervous?" asked the older redhead woman sitting beside me.
"Uhm, no." And I wasn't. I knew I had talent. Of course that didn't mean I would get the gig, but I was confident.
"Well, I am. Hi, I'm Shelly." she offered her hand.
"Rebecca-Sophia." We shook hands.
"Rebbeca-Sophia? Your mother must have been drunk when she name you." she joked.
I didn't find it funny. At all. "She was."
"Oh."
"Shelly Parts," her name was called.
My mother was a very touchy subject for me. Yes my mother was an acoholic, but she was all I had.
 
After what felt like an eternity, my name was finally called. I kissed my mother's picture before I walked back.
Wish me luck, I whispered to her.
 
"Do you know any Daniel Merriweather songs?"
"Uhm, not exactly." I replied sheepishly.
The man, who I was assuming in charge, dropped his papers on the table and looked at me. "Then why are you here? he asked in a stern voice. "Call the next person." He didn't even give me a chance to answer.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." i said immediately. " I am quick learner, so learning the lyrics will be no problem for me. Just give me a chance please." I didn't want to beg on camera, but if I had to...I would.
Silence.
"Fine. Let's see what you got." He sat back. Interlocked his fingers behind his head and crossed his legs at the ankles. Left over right.
I exhaled. I didn't even realize I was holding my breath.
Here goes nothing. Whew.
I sang with all my heart.
 
Tear down the mountains,
Yell, scream and shout.
You can say what you want,
I'm not walkin' out.
Stop all the rivers,
Push, strike, and kill.
I'm not gonna leave you,
There's no way I will.
 
And I am telling you
I'm not going.
You're the best man I'll ever know.
There's no way I can ever, ever go,
No, no, no, no way,
No, no, no, no way I'm livin' without you.
Oh, I'm not livin' without you,
I'm not livin' without you.
I don't wanna be free.
I'm stayin',
I'm stayin',
And you, and you,
You're gonna love me.
Oh, hey, you're gonna love me,
Yes, ah, ooh, ooh, love me,
 
Silence.
From the look on their faces, they were blown away.
♡R*S

Rebecca-Sophia Johnson
Age: 20
Hometown: Phoenix, Arizona
Talent: Singer
Soundtrack: Respect by Aretha Franklin
BIO: Rebecca-Sophia grew up in trailer park with her mother, who was an alcoholic. R-S was always a little different, a little weird from the others there. When her mother died, she flew to the city, and as she hoped, she was asked to star on The Warehouse. She has a beautiful soul, but her troubled childhood had clearly taken its toll on R-S. She sometimes wakes up crying in the middle of the night, but she tries so hard to fit in - maybe a little too hard. She knows the other girls talk about her behind her back, but she ignores it. She is determined that this is what she wants, regardless of the costs. She doesn’t dream of fame or of the pretty dresses that come with it. She wants to be beautiful. She wants to sing. She wants to be seen. Will R-S be able to make a living out of nothing but her voice?
Item: A 30-year old photo of her mother
Music: Aretha Franklin, The Supremes, Friendly Fires, Orson, Cobra Starship
Looks: Katerina Graham
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Thursday: Max, our favorite comedian, is opening up for funny lady Chelsea Handler at Madison Square Garden. It's gonna be HUGE! And he needs a groups of cheering people.
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(oo) What you want
(oo) Baby, I got
(oo) What you need
(oo) Do you know I got it?
(oo) All I'm askin'
(oo) Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit)
Hey baby (just a little bit) when you get home
(just a little bit) mister (just a little bit)
 
I sang as I got ready for the comedy show in Madison Square Garden. I was excited to get out of this house. These chicks could be some real bitches.
 
I ain't gonna do you wrong while you're gone
Ain't gonna do you wrong (oo) 'cause I don't wanna (oo)
All I'm askin' (oo)
Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit)
Baby (just a little bit) when you get home (just a little bit)
Yeah (just a little bit)
 
"Nah, to dressy," I spoke to myself. I didn't know what I wanted to wear or what look I was going for. "How about that dress," she asked pointing to a black multi-silk Charmeuse MO print four dart dress. I quickly turned around. It was my roommate, Anya.
"Uh, thanks," I said turning back around to pull the dress out.
It's funny how some (read all) of these girls are. One minute they are your friend, the next minute they talk about you. Or at least about me. I guess they talked about me because I'm from a trailer park. I tried to ignore there remarks, and still be friends with them. But sometimes, the insults were just to hard to ignore.
 
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Find out what it means to me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
 
That's what I wanted. Respect. Was that to much to ask for?
"So are you going to the comedy show?" Anya asked.
"Yeah. Are you?"
"I'm not sure. I kinda had other plans." she said going through her own closet.
"Oh."
 
This convo was awkard. Although we were roommates, we rarely talked. Excuse me, she rarely talked. To me.
 
I try so hard to befriend the girls, with no luck. I even heard that one chick say I try to hard. Well screw them! Today Rebecca-Sophia was going to make Rebecca-Sophia happy! I was gonna get my R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Yes, I was!
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The comedy show was a hoot! Max is actually funnier than I thought. And that Chelsea...I'll hold my comments.
 
♡R*S

OMG! Prague is freaking beautiful. And cold. And the Lylav duo definitely hooked us up on the rooms!
Freakin sweet!
 
//i know. it sucks!