Wake up Kate...

Today was hopefully the beginning of what i want to be my life. We drove up to French Rags 11500 tenessee, and my heart began to pound. i began to regret the sandwich i had just ate. i felt nautious. I had been waiting for what was to come sinse i can remember and here it was. it was surreal and hard to believe. We stepped into a room full of clothes and waited while a woman talked on the phone. My mother asked for Catherine and the lady told us to follow her, she lead us through racks and racks of yarn into another room packed full of women sitting at tables making clothes. I imagined my face on the cover of a Time magazine sitting on one of the desks and immediatly felt guilty as i made eye contact with one of the women working. Looking down i kept walking and tried to stop myself from turning back around. Eventually we ended up outside and a bell rang, of course after being at school for a month i assumed it was a fire alarm and that i would never get to this room because floods of people would come out and line up. the bell stopped, and i came back to reality just in time to find myself climbing up some steps and into a room. it was very yellow and pale, there was a table and sink i think, i wasnt paying too much attentio. joining that room was a sitting room with lots of racks of clothes, a french lady in a black outfit with a red hair scarf, red shoes, and bright rwed lipstick, talking to a british lady, Catherine, and a model wearing a stunning blue dress and looking sickeningly beautiful herself. i was introduced to everybody, but i can only remember Catehrine, and ther french lady was Laurence i think...in a french accent. Laurence was very strick looking, she reminded me of a headmistress in an enid blighton book (british reference, never mind. Me and mum sat on a sofa and watched them finish up with the model, i looked at mum, she ignored the look of terror in my eyes. Finally it was time for me to go up, laurence got some info on me, name number email. told me she would give me some clothes, i would put them on as fast as i could, and then come out, we would agree on whether the outfit was a 'show or no go', take a picture and then repeat. the first outfit was 'sporty' apparently. Heavy, brriighhhtttt blue pants, a blue turtle neck, same shade, tucked uinto the pants, same shade blue sweater, same sahde of blue scarf...and my heels. so i put them on in about 4 minutes after figuring everything out...apparenrtly it was too slow, me and mum have to practise. catherine told me i would have someone to dress me at the show tho. I stood for about 5 minutes listening to 'ooos' 'aaahhhh' 'i like itttttt's and having the pants pinned to fit me. The pants werre pulled up to my waist. finally i turned around and shocked myself, i looked like a runway model, in this horrible, tacky, bright blue...thing, i looked just like they did in magazine. i dont eant o flatter myself, i credit the outfit complete. We agreed it was a 'show', I asked how i was to walk up and down the catwalk in it tho, and laurence told me to imagine these were my cliothes, my personal collection and i was showing them off, o own them,, this was my special night. so i tried it, and it went down well. they told me to pose for a picture, i immitated every magazine i hav every read, and snap. The next outfit was identical, exept for briiigghhttt reddddd! Once again, it was a show, more posing, more snaps of the camera, next outfit. black dress pants, silky things, a black dress top, same material, with sequins across the neck line, and a jacket thing that buttoned once, and had sequins around the cuffs....not the height of fashion, but after the sports wear i was used to it. i came out, more ooos, more aahhhs, more, how slimming, how elegant, m,aybe she looks too old, ur right, she should stuill look her age, nonsense, she looks just fine! mais oui, adorable!! so it was agreed, snap snap. we tried on a dress, and a pajama type thing, no go;s. and i was done. then it was my mums turn. shes modelling too. she looked amazing in everythig, and has 5 outfits picked out. on friday night we are going voer to zandra rhodes ( a very famous british designer)'s hotel room to get fitted for her clothes. im terrified, and exited. its adream come true, the whole day is misted over, its amazing. i hope saturday wont be the last cat walk. i'll lie on thje rack and ge an inch stretched out of me, io'll skip meals, anything. i shouldnt speak so soon, i may hate it on saturday, but i doubt it.
wake up! this si too good to be real!
xoxox