Go to work as a fitness model

With this hot bod of yours, it would be criminal not to flaunt it in front of a camera. There's no feeling like superiority, and there's no better way to show it than to carry proof around wherever you go. On the streets, at bars and restaurants, wherever you go: you get looks. Admiral, arousal, jealousy or disapproval - it's all attention to you. You relish in it.

Better yet, you've made this into a career. A wildly succesfull one, at that. Regular models will know they've 'made it' once they see their face on the cover of a magazine. You? Magazines know they've made it when they've featured you on the cover.

But frankly, it's never enough, and never will be. You could be on every magazine cover in the world every single day, and still crave more of that sweet, sweet limelight.

And if this wasn't enough of a curse, you have some serious issues finding a boyfriend. Nobody even thinks about asking you out, and if you try to initate something, people usually take is as some kind of a cruel joke. You're out of everyone's league, it seems.

Right now you're working on a filmatization of Power Girl. Some say that it 'doesn't do justice to the source material' to cast a catgirl for the role, but that certainly isn't your problem. All you know is that you've got the comicbook-iest body type in existence.

You arrive at the studio, fashionably an hour late. Surprisingly, the director isn't shouting obscenities in your face.

Director: "Oh, Sophie! Didn't you get the memo?"

Sophie: "Uh... no? What do you mean?"

Director: "We got somebody else to play Power Girl for us, so you're out of the project."

Sophie: "WHAT? H-how? Who?"

Director: "It's really not my place to tell you, with the confidentiality agreements and all... but who cares. We hired Christie Addario for the job."

Christie. Addario. Your greatest competitor. Honestly you've never heard of her before, but by stealing your role, she has rightfully attained that status.