Ch 19- Face of Glamour
"Great that's okay"
Who ever said modelling was all about sitting or standing in one position to have a picture taken should have his or her brains checked. It was not easy at all!
Gisele could barely stand anymore, her legs were aching her from doing all those poses on high heels. At the same time she felt heartbroken.
Was she really that bad at modelling that she had to take fifteen shots just to get one picture right? If that was it, how was she going to survive in the industry?
She should probably skip the audition and just sign up to be a designer.
"I didn't expect I'll be bad enough to need fifteen shots" she complained to Mr Collins who was checking the pictures taken on his camera with a straight and serious face.
"Who said you were bad?" He rose his head and asked her back.
Wasn't that the case?
Then what was the fifteen shots for? Fun? It sure wasn't fun taking them.
Though she didn't ask it out loud, this was the question on her mind and face.
To ease her bewilderment he had to explain "Miss you should really go into modelling, not only are you beautiful in person but even the camera loves you. All the pictures were so perfect that I had made a whimsical decision to make you our Face of Glamour. I hope you don't mind?"
Face of Glamour?!
Who hadn't heard of that title before!
Glamour was the name of the studio. There was a time years back when the studio organized a photoshoot contest to choose their Face of Glamour. Eventually a popular Actress won it and was signed as Face of Glamour. It had been years now and the studio had not chosen a new Face of Glamour. Mr Collins had held a competition as well but in the end he said none of the girls that contested met his taste. So that was how the anticipated Face of Glamour title was left redundant.
Hearing him suddenly say he wants to make her the studio's Face of Glamour was shocking, surprising and as well exciting.
She frowned a little "I plan to audition for Erasmus Magazine front Cover, would being the Face of Glamour in any way affect my chances to be chosen?" She wasn't sure how this industry worked so she had to ask.
The man declined "if anything, it would help boost your chances, Everyone's knows I'm picky with my decisions, so if I could choose you, Companies like Erasmus would look at you in a different light"
Since it was that way, she had no reason to say no. More jobs meant more money! More money meant she was getting closer to her dreams of getting her Grandfather and Uncle to the city.
"Fine then I'll agree"
"Great, let's head to my office, we can sign the Contract there" Thankfully he had drafted the contract for a long time now waiting till he found the perfect person, now that he had found the perfect person, he sure wasn't going to let her go.
Gisele followed him to his office like he requested.
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At the booking Section, everyone's attention was on the man and woman that just walked in. The woman not only had a face mask across her face but there was also a huge heart shrouding her whole head and making it impossible for people to recognise her. Though they couldn't recognize the lady, there was no way, they would not recognize the man.
Devon Montero!
Every girl's potential husband. Only a blind would not recognize someone who had his face plastered on many new blogs and newspapers every now and then.
Seeing him hold unto the hands of the lady so affectionately, everyone was reminded of the rumors. About few months back, a rumor had been released online that Devon Montero was dating a well known celebrity.
The rumors was true after all. Now everyone could finally rest, he had a girl and was no longer single.
"Sir how can I help you?" Shaking like a leaf from excitement, the receptionist girl pinched her laps to stop herself from swooning after him.
"I want a studio session with Mr Collins" he replied
The girls showed an expression of regret and anxiousness.
"Sorry sir but Mr Collins already has someone he is attending too. You could wait in the private lounge for him, I'm sure he would be done very soon."
Protocol surely doesn't work for the influential. If it had been someone else, she would Chad flatly told the person to reschedule another day but Devon Montero could never be turned down, she had even offered him access to the private lounge.
Devon frowned a little, he lifted his wrist watch to check the time. He had a lot on his schedule, he had only squeezed out one to accompany Chloe to the studio because he wanted to make sure she was attended to by the best.
Chloe noticed him looking at his wrist watch, she pouted "You don't have to spend time here, you should go back to the office. I would just wait alone for another photographer. I'm sure Mr Collins would not want to spend time with a girl like me"
It sounded like she was urging him to go but anyone that sound would be able to tell that she had only urged him to stay back by telling how pitiful she would be if he was to leave. The receptionist frowned a little as she could tell this but Devon was completely oblivious to the fact.
"Fine show us to the lounge" In a heartbeat, he agreed to the Receptionist.
"Please this way" with a hand gesture the receptionist led the two of them away.
On Gisele part, she had signed the document that had been given to her by Mr Collins. In no time, Mr Collins made her a copy and handed it to her. He also handed her a Golden card. With the golden card she could bypass booking a schedule with him and it could also be used for anyone she wants to use it for.
The Golden card was also a free pass for one of the biggest Salons in town.
She had hit Jackpot!
Though she had signed the contract. The deal was not totally done. The pictures she had just taken would be used to show the board of directors and then she would be given a date to come back and take the photoshoot that would be used for the billboards and other promotion pictures.
She just can't wait to see her face pasted all through the city. This was a starting point, one she was very proud of. God bless the person she had inherited this face from, it's only a pity she never got to meet him. Her Father.