Go-See

Sophia Burnett

"You are not really right for this collection, but we'll keep you in mind for the future."

So, pretty much, "Thanks, but no thanks".

"Thank you very much," I nodded with a grateful smile, turning to undress from the designer gown upon me so I could leave.

"We shall stay in touch," nodded Miss Knox. Although I was quite deflated by being turned down, I couldn't help apprieciating her effort to be kind.

I thanked her again and made my way to the dressing room, making sure not to get entangled in the gown's complex train.  I re-changed into my street clothes, and bid Miss. Knox a final good-bye before I left and returned to the street. I caught the nearest taxi, bidding the driver to haul me to my favorite little restaurant.

I paid the greasy driver and was soon flopped carelessly in a booth in the corner, just glad for a moment to openly mull in my depression at the day's worthless endeavor. What would Mary say when I returned to the agency?

A waiter I was quite familiar with, James, came over, setting up my table and getting ready to take my order. "Hard day?" he asked.

I flicked him a slight smile, "Sorta."

"What would you like to drink?"

"Just water, thanks."

He nodded and disappeared around the corner. I sighed, laying my head back. The place was almost empty, and it was pretty quiet other than the hum of music from the speakers overhead and the murmur of a few people chatting.

Suddenly my phone blaired in my purse, making me jump in my seat. I glanced to the screen, and, seeing that it was my mom calling, answered. "Hey Mom."

"Hey, Soph. How was your day? You sound a little sleepy."

Moms could discern anything in two words. "Yeah, a little. I had a long day."

"Mary sent you on lots of go-sees?" 

"Yes."

"Did you get any jobs?"

"Not today." I said glumly.

My mom paused, only to continue, "Maybe you should come home, honey....finish college as we intended...maybe do a little modeling on the side."

I pouted, playing with my napkin. "Your not being too supportive, Mom," I muttered.

"I'm being real, Sophia," Mom sighed. "I'm not saying you're not a good model. I think you're a great model, and I think these people are blind for not seeing it."

"I'm not right for their collections," I murmured to myself.

There was another sigh across the phone. "But do you understand my point?"

"Um," I nodded to myself, James bringing over my water before he disappeared again. I hoped he would return soon to get my order--I was hungry. "I should go, I am about to eat dinner."

"Okay, sweetie. I love you."

"I love you too, Mom,"  I answered, running my hand through my hair."Bye."

 

 

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