![]() ![]() I may be asleep before any food gets to me. I think sleep might win out tonight, though. I hope the hotel has late room service, or maybe I can have the driver, Ben, stop for something, but it’s doubtful I could find something from a fast food place that’s healthy. I don’t even have to think about it anymore. I stifle a yawn and wish I could have a break, but I push on knowing this is the last set for the night. I think back for a moment, then remember New York. Jumping from city to city and oftentimes country to country, reminding me once again I’m not even sure what city I’m in at the moment. My mom had been so excited, but I had no idea what was really happening. Since some man discovered me, as they say, when I was only five. I should know how this works since I’ve been doing it for almost fifteen years. ![]() I tilt my head at just the right angle for this lighting. I turn my head slightly, giving the photographer what he wants. I often feel like I’m going to mess something up when I’m there. It was done how my mom had told them to do it, so it was more her than me. Instead a designer was sent in and the style didn’t fit me at all. Although I’ve been there for some time, I’ve never had the time to set it up. My feet are starting to throb, and I want nothing more than to go home, but I know that won’t be happening any time soon. I’ve been on the set for ten hours now and we’re on my ninth wardrobe change. ![]() The photographer snaps his fingers for me to look in his direction. ![]()
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