Hello everyone this short story written here is a work of fiction. It is for educational purposes and is part of my Making Meanings assignment.
My
top wish is to be casted in one of the prestigious model agencies that ever
existed. I want to be on the top. My name is Naomi Smith, I’m 22, and i have a
plus size body, got a sun kissed skin, short brown hair, 5’6 tall and my most
appealing feature my round face and my green eyes. My friends keep on
complementing me by saying that I’m beautiful and I grew up literally by
listening to people complementing me despite my body size. For the past few
months I’ve been making up my mind to actually look for a model agency and try
my luck, I feel confident about my looks so why not try it out and soon over
the internet I saw that there was an audition for the show ‘USA’s Top Model’
and the fact that it was not far from my town makes it more exciting. Without
wasting much more time for such an opportunity I decided to announce my parents
my decision, I sprinted towards the staircase and dashed into the kitchen where
my parents were currently having their dinner
,
“Ah
Naomi sweetie sit down and have dinner with us.”
I
fidgeted slightly while taking a deep breath
“Eh
mom dad i—I have an announcement to make.”
Both
of them looked at me with a puzzled look, my dad glanced at me with a doubtful
gaze
“Mimi
you didn’t do something--- you’re not on crack or did a stupid thing right?”
I
sighed and stomped the ground
“Dad
no! What are you talking about! What I want to say is that this Saturday
there’s an audition for USA’s top model and I really wanna try the audition so
umm yea.”
Both
of my parents looked like they witnessed a terrible incident as they dropped
the cutlery on their plate, I guess mom was the first one who recovered from
the initial shocking statement
“Mi
it’s—I mean USA’s top model—sweetie isn’t it too much I mean come on! Are you
even sure about it? It’s not like mommy is against the idea, it’s just that the
people out there are critical and very specific about what sort of person they
want for their show. Baby I’m not discouraging you it’s just that I don’t want
you to get hurt in the process of you wanting to do that audition.”
My
dad seemed to agree to whatever mom was saying but nevertheless he got up and
advanced towards me, he brought his hand to my shoulder and squeezed it lightly
“Naomi
this is a huge step for you. Mom and dad will be there for you but sweetheart these
people are very strict about everything and the least thing I want to see is my
daughter getting hurt over a bunch of crazy people who only look for specific
type of people.”
I
closed my eyes and took a deep breath, I know my parents are concerned about me
but I really want to do this audition, so with a firm stand I opened my eyes
and determinedly said
“Mom
and dad I want to do this!”
They
both sighed but smiled and still gave me a thumbs up.
Soon
It was the Saturday and I was really excited for my audition, for today I took
great care of my appearance, I moisturised my skin, straighten my hair, got
dressed properly and did my make-up. I glanced at the mirror for one last time,
feeling satisfied with my appearance, I took my duffle bag, and went downstairs
where my parents were already waiting for me. Even though they looked really
aghast of me going for the audition, they maintained a neutral attitude,
“Ready
mi?”
I
nodded enthusiastically
“Yes
let’s do it.”
And
with that the 3 of us got in the car and the destination was the town where the
audition was being held, I had high hopes about it! Hopefully everything will
work out.
When
we reached our destination, I was amazed by seeing the amount of people who
came to meet the 3 judges and impress them, all over the town's streets there
were huge billboards with the picture of the judges and clearly all this made
me really eager to get in, demonstrate my ramp walk and await for their
comments. And slowly I made my way to the long queue of people waiting to go
inside. As I stood behind a girl, she turned around and looked at me, she snickered
“oh
my god! Are you going for the audition?”
And I nodded feeling a bit apprehensive
towards her, she suppressed her laughter while pressing her hand over her
mouth, still she took a deep breath and said
“Whoa
I must say you really ridicule yourself inside huh! Sweetheart this is an audition
for models not for a gothopotamus
like you!”
What
the hell! I tightened my gaze at her but nevertheless didn’t say anything
clearly not wanting create a scene. After a few minutes the coordinator came
towards us and began to ask us for our names and gave us a name tag with a
number attached to it.
