The ad read something like:
"Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come many! Step right up, and get your hair sliced, diced, chopped, cropped, for free! That's right... for FREE!!! 'For FREE' you say! Nay! We'll even PAY you! Get your hair shaped and coloured by our fabulous stylists, strut your stuff down the catwalk, and get PAID! You heard me! PAID!
Come to our headquarters this Saturday and see if you've got what it takes to sit in a chair for SIX hours while we scrub, shampoo, condition, rinse, repeat, and fondle your hair, and get PAID!"*
*not a real ad. rather a colorfully abridged dramatization.
Anywho. She replied, and found out further details, and the next day we drove down... within minutes she was selected to be one of the runway models (having never previously professionally modeled before). Perhaps it was her whimsically charming attitude and relaxed nature that got her the spot (not that her beauty enough couldn't win her the job). After we left the audition, Erin told me about how some of the other auditioners who got cut were "professional" models who had agents and vouchers (or whatever that means) and most of all, they had attitudes.
I thought the "primadonna model attitude" was just something seen in the movies, but I stand corrected. We feel a little guilty that this was just something we wanted to try mostly for the experience and the free haircut (although the money doesn't hurt), while these professional models were looked over.
Well, my new model of a girlfriend spent the bulk of today getting her hair cut and colored by these professionals. When she walked out the doors, after spending hours under the knife (ok, scissors), I barely recognized her. She's now blonde. Wait, not just blonde. More like, Swedish. Yeah, the color Swedish. My Irish rose is now a Swede!
(And, well, I could get used to it).
