A hopeful model (Azia and Woodcock)
Azia looked up at the old building and then down at the slip of paper in her hand. Well, the address was right, but this didn't look like a photography studio, but more like an abandoned warehouse. Maybe the guy was one of those 'artistic' types who always did things in unconventional ways.
She had found the ad on an out of the way website, looking for girls who wanted to break into the modeling business. She had sent several e-mails back and forth, and it seemed like the perfect opportunity. If her trial shoot showed promise, he would find her an agent and help her put together a portfolio. She wouldn't have to pay anything up front, but instead she could pay out of her first few jobs. Even better, she had.sent some pictures, and he said she seemed perfect for some projects he had in mind.
Azia was short, with a slender build. At only five feet one inch tall, she had been told repeatedly that photographers were only interested in taller girls . She had been thrilled when he responded to her pictures, saying that her height and petite build were ideal for his project.
So she wasn't about to let the photographer's peculiar taste in architecture stand in the way of her dream. Stepping up to the door the hopeful model stepped into the old building with an eager smile on her well tanned face .
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