Alyia Being a Model What?

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Alyia held the sheet of paper in her hand, she could not believe that she had accepted this job. Who knows what she would do. She was almost an idiot for accepting the job for Sorcerer Weekly. What would she end up wearing, what would they make her dress up in. A shiver ran down the blonde’s spine and paused for a moment before continuing down the sidewalk to the East Forest where she was to meet the editors for the magazine. Shaking her head back and forth the blonde looked forwards and started to walk faster than she had been before. Though she was walking faster than before it did not stop her mind from spinning, she was supposed to wear the clothing of the famous designer in Fiore, what was his name. Alyia paused mid step and started to think. She had seen his work before, others had sported his clothing. She knew that it started with a Ch. ‘Chen? No. There was an “l” in it. Chengal? No that wasn’t it either. Chen… Chan… Chanelle! That was his name!’ The blonde nodded proudly to herself and continued her walk down the street. She was not walking as fast as before now that she knew who she was modling for. She liked Chanelle’s designs, they were modest and not too flashy in any way. And with this photo shoot she supposed it was going to be even less due to the fact that it was about being eco-friendly. A small smile tweaked at the corner of her lips. Feeling much calmer than before the blonde closed her eyes and took  in a deep breath, she was going to get were she was supposed to at her own relaxed pace.

When Alyia arrived to the photo shoot the blonde looked around slightly scared, she was no longer scared of the clothing that she was going to wear, but more about failing and not being able to complete what she had set about dong. Therefore bringing shame upon the guild. Her hands clenched in front of her and she started to wring them. She knew that if she was going to be like this the entire time she was going to have problems, but she couldn’t help being nervous with this being her first time modeling.

The blonde looked around at all the people that were rushing around. There were people rushing by with equipment and others with large bags of who knows what, and every now and then a person carrying food and drinks for other people. Taking a deep breath the blonde tried to calm down, Letting out the breath she took a step forwards and towards all of the people that were running around like crazy. “H-hello?” Her voice barely came out as a whisper. “I am here for a job.” She looked back and forth to see if anyone had noticed that she was talking, luckily no had not, the blonde started to smile a little and then suddenly froze as she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Hello there!” A loud voice came from next to her. “You must be Alyia!”

The blonde jumped slightly into the air as she felt a shiver run down her spine. Snapping her head around she looked right at the person who had come up from behind her. She gave a hesitant nod at him and rung her hands some more.

“Ahhh! Great! We were waiting for you! Are you ready?”

This time the blonde did not feel as nervous, “As ready as I will ever be.” The man laughed at Alyis and turned her around, leading her away from the scene before her by her shoulder. He led her past multiple places and towards what looked like a dressing room on wheels. With him leading her up to it a though suddenly stuck Alyia, “Are you Chanelle?” The man looked down at the blonde and luaghed and nodded.

“Yes, that would be me. I came to get you personally seeing how I would like to meet the model that was going to be wearing my clothes. And might I say you are a bit short, but will be a perfect model.” Alyia had wanted to bite his head off, she knew she was short, she didn’t need to be reminded.  She followed the man into the dressing trailer and stood in awe at all of the beautifying items that were around. She had never seen so many in her life. She didn’t have much time before two people came up to her and grabbed her away from Chanelle, pulling her towards what looked like death to her.

Alyia sat there, other peoples hands flying around her face, covering every single piece of open skin in make-up. She had been there for several minutes before she felt both of them pull away from her. She finally took the risk and opened her eyes. She gaped. The mirror in front of her showed a beauty, someone that she never thought that she could be. The blonde shut her mouth and looked at the people behind her in shock, how had they managed this magic. But she didn’t get very much before she was forced into a black dress and out the door. The dress was a little longer than she was tall and slightly dragged on the ground. Feeling bad for the dress the blonde picked it up off the floor. She followed behind the two people who had done their magic and soon enough they led her to a place that was covered in flowers. It looked amazing, as she looked closer the blonde saw a piano in the center of the flowers. The blonde paused for a moment looking at the scene it was gorgeous. Just like her dress. She snapped back to reality as she heard Chanelle calling for her. She quickly made her way over.

It took little to no time for them to she her the way that the wanted and they had taken several pictures. But, to their disappointment none to their liking. Alyia was sitting on the bench of the piano and swung her legs around so that they faces away from the piano. She let out a sigh and slumped against the piano covering her face. She couldn’t do it. She was not picture material. She suddenly hear her name and she placed her hand on the piano keys and turned her head with no emotion on her face, if anything a slightly bored expression decorated it.

It suddenly went silent around Alyia a single camera flashed capturing the moment. Alyia blinked once then twice and looked at Chanelle as he walked over to the photographer. A large smile grew on his face. “Perfect!” He grabbed the camera and walked off. Alyia stared wide eyed after the man. But it did not take long after Chanelle to walk off for Alyia to be walked back to the trailer. The two people had started to remove the make-up and the dress when the door opened and Chanelle walked in. “Let her keep the dress and the make-up. Alyia did amazing. She gave me a perfect piture that I will not have to ask for another one.” Alyia stood up as the two people backed off. She took the hand that Chanelle had reached out to her and stepped closer to him shaking the hand.

Alyia was soon escorted back to town. She still wore the dress, though Chanelle himself had hemmed his to fit her perfectly. She now wore a smile and could not wait to see her picture in the next Sorecer’s Weekly.

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