Devon and I spent a half hour doing our hair and makeup. We weren’t supposed to wear makeup, but there was no way I was going to the audition with puffy eyes, a blotchy broken-out face, and without any brow color. I put on sheer foundation to cover my spots, powder because I get greasy, Little Rose mascara and brow pencil, lip stain, and I borrowed some of Devon’s cream blush. Devon had a black wrap dress on and I put on my outfit. Mrs. Myeski gave us our numbers, and we had to wait in a huge line to do a quick interview. A man named Noah interviewed me and asked me about my modeling background. Somehow I didn’t think he’d be impressed with the fact I pretended my hallway was a runway, so I said I had a big interest in fashion and photography. I had to admit my cell phone pics always came out excellent. He stared at me for a minute and then nodded. He gave me a packet to fill out and called the next number. Devon was already filling out her forms in the lobby.
