Today I had a meeting with Vogue, they want me to model in this runway, or how they call it?… ‘pasarela’. Anyway it’s supposed to be like an award show for Americas top models and I’m nominated so I have to go. The contest consists of 50 participants so it’s kind of scary, to be there with all the top models, you know…. there are 4 shows (runways) 5 photo shoots and 2 commercials. All, in a period of  3 months. All the models stay in The Hilton Hotel in Rio. Vogue magazine chose me from all the models they have so I’m pretty flattered but still scared… I really don’t know how to walk the runway that well, but they don’t care, they tell me I am the best they have and that they ‘believe in me’. There are going to be models from everywhere. The angels from Victoria Secret are going to be there…. Hey, maybe it wasn’t going to be that bad . Tomorrow I was set to get in a plane and get ready for the contest. SO what the hell… what can go wrong right?…. I don’t need to win… I really don’t care…. Well that was until I heard what was the price for the winner … five million bucks…. I mean… if I won, I was set for life. So I was going to do it.

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I’m in this stupid plane…. Did I mention I hate planes? I know a lot of people are scared to fly, but you don’t get it… I’m not afraid… I just can’t be still for more than 4 hours in some uncomfortable seat.

 The plane is full of hot looking women… I guess they are all my competition. some I recognize, some I don’t… but I really don’t know their names, because I was never into models that much. But some I do, like Jordana Brewster… I didn’t know she was a model… well anyway she is looking for her seat… wait… um… huh, did I mention I love my job?

“Excuse me… I’m b28” she said so I could let her pass to her seat… which was right next to me

“Oh…” I let her pass and settle in. she looked stressed “Are you ok? You look…. kinda stressed out” I laughed a little and she did too