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By the time we left the shops, it was close to time for the fashion show. My stomach filled with nerves as the time ticked by. I managed to eat a light salad, while I paced back and forth.
“Samantha, you’re going to wear yourself out before you get on the runway.” Max laughed.
“Please don’t say that. The last thing I need is another runway disaster.”
“Don’t predict it, just let it happen. I’m going to be there with you.” He took my hand. “Every step of the way.”
“Thank you, Max. I appreciate it.”
“Just try all of your usual methods—meditation, yoga, deep breathing, maybe something playful. You have to get out of your head.”
“I know, I know. But I don’t have any time for that.” I glanced at my watch. “I need to head out right now, actually.”
“You can do this, Sammy, I know you can.” He leaned in for a kiss.
Even his kiss, which at one time not long ago would have had me in a puddle on the floor, struck me in that moment as a waste of time. I didn’t want to be late. I didn’t want to make things worse than they already were.
“I have to get my things.” I jumped up to gather my purse and a bottle of water, then we were off to the show.
In the car on the way there, Max tried to engage me a few times in conversation, but I couldn’t think or speak. I could only envision a perfect walk down the runway. It was time to redeem myself. If I kept my mind focused, I believed that I could do just that.
Confidence flooded through me until we walked into the venue. It was much larger than the one I’d been in earlier that day. Also, this runway was twice as long. The people in the audience were just as fancy. I noticed the man whose lap I’d landed in sat a few rows back from the front.
I took a deep breath and kissed Max on the cheek. “I’d better just bite the bullet and get back there.”
“Hey.” He looked into my eyes. “It’s supposed to be fun, remember?”
I laughed and shook my head as I walked away from him. His words were an attempt at brightening my mood, but they couldn’t be further from the truth. The only fun I looked forward to was when the show was over.
When I walked into the dressing room I expected to hear laughter or maybe even a few mocking comments. Surely after my fall on the runway the professional models would have a few things to say about me.
Instead, when I stepped inside, I was greeted by a light round of applause. My cheeks grew hot as I thought they were teasing me.
“I know, I know—it was horrible.”
“No!” Alia jumped up. “Not at all. You handled it really well, and you’re back tonight. That’s amazing!”
“It doesn’t surprise me.” Priscilla looked over at me. “I knew she was tough from the first moment I saw her. It takes a strong woman to endure that kind of stumble and then show her face again.”
“Well, I have an obligation.”
“But it’s more than that, isn’t it?” Alia stood up and walked over to me. “I’ve fallen twice since I started modeling. The first time I didn’t get back on the runway for a month. The second time I nearly quit modeling altogether.”
“Why?” I looked at her with wide eyes. “You’re an amazing model. Why would you want to give that up?”
“I didn’t want to, but I was sure no one would be able to forget. I figured I’d never do well, so I should just give up.” She looked over at Priscilla. “It was Priscilla who talked me out of it. She told me that if I wanted something bad enough, a million falls—a million embarrassing moments—wouldn’t keep me from getting back on the runway. She was right and here you are, so you must have a pretty powerful passion for something too.”
“It’s true.” Priscilla nodded. “It’s all about what you want. That’s why I can leave it all on the runway. If it was a good walk, great. If it was not so good—oh well, there will be another walk. We’re here to do a
By the time we left the shops, it was close to time for the fashion show. My stomach filled with nerves as the time ticked by. I managed to eat a light salad, while I paced back and forth.
“Samantha, you’re going to wear yourself out before you get on the runway.” Max laughed.
“Please don’t say that. The last thing I need is another runway disaster.”
“Don’t predict it, just let it happen. I’m going to be there with you.” He took my hand. “Every step of the way.”
“Thank you, Max. I appreciate it.”
“Just try all of your usual methods—meditation, yoga, deep breathing, maybe something playful. You have to get out of your head.”
“I know, I know. But I don’t have any time for that.” I glanced at my watch. “I need to head out right now, actually.”
“You can do this, Sammy, I know you can.” He leaned in for a kiss.
Even his kiss, which at one time not long ago would have had me in a puddle on the floor, struck me in that moment as a waste of time. I didn’t want to be late. I didn’t want to make things worse than they already were.
“I have to get my things.” I jumped up to gather my purse and a bottle of water, then we were off to the show.
In the car on the way there, Max tried to engage me a few times in conversation, but I couldn’t think or speak. I could only envision a perfect walk down the runway. It was time to redeem myself. If I kept my mind focused, I believed that I could do just that.
Confidence flooded through me until we walked into the venue. It was much larger than the one I’d been in earlier that day. Also, this runway was twice as long. The people in the audience were just as fancy. I noticed the man whose lap I’d landed in sat a few rows back from the front.
I took a deep breath and kissed Max on the cheek. “I’d better just bite the bullet and get back there.”
“Hey.” He looked into my eyes. “It’s supposed to be fun, remember?”
I laughed and shook my head as I walked away from him. His words were an attempt at brightening my mood, but they couldn’t be further from the truth. The only fun I looked forward to was when the show was over.
When I walked into the dressing room I expected to hear laughter or maybe even a few mocking comments. Surely after my fall on the runway the professional models would have a few things to say about me.
Instead, when I stepped inside, I was greeted by a light round of applause. My cheeks grew hot as I thought they were teasing me.
“I know, I know—it was horrible.”
“No!” Alia jumped up. “Not at all. You handled it really well, and you’re back tonight. That’s amazing!”
“It doesn’t surprise me.” Priscilla looked over at me. “I knew she was tough from the first moment I saw her. It takes a strong woman to endure that kind of stumble and then show her face again.”
“Well, I have an obligation.”
“But it’s more than that, isn’t it?” Alia stood up and walked over to me. “I’ve fallen twice since I started modeling. The first time I didn’t get back on the runway for a month. The second time I nearly quit modeling altogether.”
“Why?” I looked at her with wide eyes. “You’re an amazing model. Why would you want to give that up?”
“I didn’t want to, but I was sure no one would be able to forget. I figured I’d never do well, so I should just give up.” She looked over at Priscilla. “It was Priscilla who talked me out of it. She told me that if I wanted something bad enough, a million falls—a million embarrassing moments—wouldn’t keep me from getting back on the runway. She was right and here you are, so you must have a pretty powerful passion for something too.”
“It’s true.” Priscilla nodded. “It’s all about what you want. That’s why I can leave it all on the runway. If it was a good walk, great. If it was not so good—oh well, there will be another walk. We’re here to do a
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