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Post by Andrea Mason on Jul 6, 2012 23:21:41 GMT -5
Some people thought models were just barbie dolls who were molded into position by photographers, but those people were wrong, Andrea knew that. It took work, and the hardest kind of work because it was the kind of thing you couldn't see unless someone was video taping you. You had to keep body position, energy, emotion, intensity, all while looking like you weren't thinking about that, and on top of all of it, you had to sell the clothes, but not be too obvious that you were selling the clothes. Well, she would show them, she would show them all she wasn't just a pretty face.
She strutted down the runway, practicing her walk. It needed to be less choppy and more fluid, more intense, and mostly she needed more fierceness in her face. A video camera was situated on a tri-pod at the end of the walk, so when she got to the end, she jumped off and checked what it look like. To her, it was just her normal expression, but according to everyone else, that expression was pissed off. They always told her to appear less angry, but god damn it she was a good model and it was her signature expression. If they couldn't deal with then it was their problem, not hers.
"Fuck this," she muttered as she shoved the tri-pod over.
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