Real Life

*The next Day*

All afternoon Maddy had been more excited than she'd ever been before. She never felt more ready AND more nervous for something like she was for this modeling gig. So, even though she was excited, her mind kept racing to the worst case scenario.

"What if I get kicked out?"

"What if I'm not good enough?"

"What if-"

Emma stopped Maddy right there, stood up and put both of her hands on either side of Maddy's face.

"DON'T YOU EVER SAY THAT AGAIN." Emma said in an "almost shouting" voice.

"Don't you ever doubt that you're not good enough. Cause' you's the baddest bitch I've ever known!"

That brought a small smile to Maddy's smushed up face.

"So, who's gonna be the bad bitch she is and blow these photographers away?" Emma asked.

"Me." Maddy said in a quiet manner.

"Nuh uh. Say it with some confidence. Who's gonna blow those photographers away?" Emma asked, once more.

"Goddamnit. ME!" Maddy shouted.

Both girls laughed and high-fived each other before Maddy headed into her room to get dressed. She'd been up since six in the morning, not being able to sleep, and thinking about so many things, but for now, she had to clear her mind of it all.

She opened her closet to see a black spaghetti strap tank top.

Too revealing

She tossed it on her bed and looked for something else. She found a royal blue tube top.

Even more revealing.

After a more than needed amount of time to find an outfit, Maddy checked the clock. 11:32.

"FUCKING HELL." She screamed.

Maddy opened up her drawers and took out whatever looked the best, which, in this case everything looked good enough.

At this moment, Maddy knew she'd messed up by taking so long. The drive to the studio was half an hour within itself. She let out a scream that was loud enough to express her anger, but quieter than the need to call 911.

She put socks on, ran to the front door, grabbed her purse and yelled, "PEACE BITCH" at Emma before rushing out of the place.

*20 Minutes Later*

Maddy was DEFINITELY going over the speed limit, but this was far too important to her. She'd never driven so fast in her life, and her heart was pounding in her chest. She felt a mixture of excitement,

nervous, fearfulness, and worry. But she pushed all of those aside.

She let out a humongous sigh of relief once she read a big old sign that read "Studio 20" in big bold letters. She parked in what seemed to be their parking lot, prayed to all the gods she could and got out of the car, and headed towards the entrance.

To her surprise, there were no guards at the front door, but she went in anyway, with her chest puffed and smile spread across her whole face. The rest went from there