Who: Betsy When: Around 1994 Where: South of France What:Modeling
Betsy had, had a few modeling shots, and now it was the big leagues. She was on her first runway modeling gig. She couldn't believe her luck. Not many got to have runway gigs so soon after breaking into the business. However, Betsy had unusually bright clear aquamarine eyes that were eye catching, and she kept her naturally light hair dyed a exciting purple color so it made her stand out. It also meant that she was one that wasn't afraid to take risks, or chances.
She was with the other girls some in the business for years, and not liking the young cub having got this shot so soon after starting. Some were being very catty with her, and she didn't like. A couple of times backstage she had to assert herself in defending how she got where she was, and why. The how was that she had been discovered at school by a scout. They saw her and asked if she would come to their booth, take some pictures for them, and if they liked what they saw they would get back to her. Be one that would at last try anything once she agreed, she went with them to their booth during career day, got some shoots done, and after a few days it completely slipped her mind. So, the phone call in the middle of studying for exams, writing papers, and stressing about upcoming finals came as a surprise. However, when they arranged for her to get a few cover shots she shoved that in too. It wasn't that long until she was getting gobs of work, being whispered about being a natural, and school was starting to look less and less of something she needed to do as much as she was.
Soon, she quit school, and was flying around to different locations, and meeting all sorts of people. It was exciting, and she loved it. She loved the attention, the glamour, and most of all the parties. Now, to the why, well that was simple for her, why not? She was pretty, and she knew it. She kept herself in shape with martial arts, so had the body to die for, and she made most clothes look drop dead gorgeous. Not to mention she had an ego, and vanity as wide as the Grand Canyon in the United States. Modeling just fed that more, and the attention, and clamoring she got everywhere she went just fueled her thoughts that she was the most beautiful, and lovely woman alive.
Even though she did have an ego that sometimes was a bit much, she also was very unassuming, and had an innocent quality to her. That was what the photographers ate up, while her confidence, and attitude ate up the camera, her innocent looks made her seem ethereal almost. Now she sat at her little booth while the clothes fitters made sure her clothes looked the best, and the make-up, and hair artists made sure that her make-up and hair was flawless and exactly as the clothing designer wanted. Soon with a troupe of other tall, young, and beautiful woman she would be strutting her stuff on the cat walk. She would smile, wink, look cocky, spin, and pose all in clothes made by the most top clothing designers, and she would do so flawlessly, and eating it all up. The after show parties, the few girls she would get close to, and the many men that would try to court her all intoxicating to the young woman. This was the life... This was HER life more then anything, and she lived for her life.