Chapter 13

No, they wouldn’t even be looking at him. Everyone would be studying his clothes.

Sam chuckled suddenly. He was used to being on display without any clothing. But maybe someone of importance and influence would give him his break.

He kissed Joel, who slept on and didn’t budge, and left. He worked out so his muscles would be pumped and larger for his runway debut.

The fashion show turned out to be the eye-opening experience from the moment he entered the building. Organized chaos and noise overwhelmed him. The backstage area teemed with movement and activity, momentarily disorienting him. It took him several minutes to find out where he needed to go—a young woman wearing a headset with a microphone in front of her mouth gave him directions to the models’ sitting room.

Model, he thought. I love it. Sounds much better than dick dancer