Because the truth is, I couldn’t predict the future if my life depended on it. I thought Brian loved me and wanted to be with me forever. NOT. I thought I’d totally blown my modeling audition and I’d never see or hear from Leslie Chesterfield again. NOT.Leslie Chesterfield called me that very same night and asked me to come in the next day for another audition. I called Aunt Zo, and she said that this is what is known in show business as a “callback.” Did I ever, in my whole entire life, or at least since I started gaining weight like a polar bear getting ready for hibernation, ever think for a nanosecond that I’d be getting callbacks to be a model? NOT. NOT. And oh yeah, DOUBLE NOT.I went back to the Chesterfield Agency the next day, and there were only three of us in the waiting room. The stick-up-her-butt receptionist was slightly less disdainful. When I was called into Leslie’s office, three other people were there—one woman, two men—sitting on chairs. Leslie and Caroline shook my hands but didn’t introduce me to the new folks.
