At first it sounded like a dream job. I had never been to Miami before. I heard about girls traveling all over the U.S. modeling with agencies, but going on my own was more risky. I brushed away any fear. I knew this wasn’t a major print job or a music video with an agency. I was a business, even though there was no guarantee of getting paid and I hadn’t signed any contracts. Yet, as I waited to board the plane, it all felt normal. By dinnertime I would be in Miami.
I needed to tell someone, anyone, to boost my confidence and test how the trip would sound later when I told my friends about it. In reality, I wasn’t sure about anything. My deodorant had worn off and I smelled like shit as I sat next to this little old lady with a pretty sunflower pin attached to her neatly buttoned blouse. She was sipping some herbal tea. It smelled good.
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