Photo shoot

Becky arrived for her first modeling gig. With the confidence she arrived with though, nobody would guess she was an amateur. She showed up in tight ripped up jeans, knee high combat boots, a tank top to show off her tattoos with a corset laced over it, an abundance of jewelry and thick, dark makeup. She strut up with a cocky grin, feeling she had finally been noticed for the beauty she was.

She entered the shoot and saw camera men setting up lights and tripods. Everyone was busy so Becky just stood, waiting to be noticed.

"Rebecca? Rebecca Roberts?" A woman approached, hand extended. "I'm April, I'm running this photo shoot today."

"Charmed." Becky said, barely bothering to listen.

"Are you ready?" April asked.

"I was born ready." Becky said with a cocky grin.