She looked left. The camera clicked.
Renee tried. She thought about the first time she saw the ocean two weeks ago. How terrifying and infinite it was. How it made her feel like a speck and a miracle at the same time.
The studio was a white void. Seamless paper curved up the wall and across the floor. Three people sat behind a metal table: a man in a black turtleneck who was probably the photographer, a woman with glasses who didn’t smile, and a younger guy typing on a laptop. LANewGirl.24.04.30.Renee.Rose.Modeling.Audition...
Outside, the LA sun was blinding. Renee pulled out her phone. She had a new follower—some bot account selling detox tea. But she also had a text from Leo: How’d it go?
The camera clicked again.
But as she stepped onto the tape-marked X, she forgot all of it.
“Renee,” the woman said. “Welcome to Vanguard. We start shooting your test portfolio Monday. Don’t be late.” She looked left
The camera clicked three times in rapid succession.