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1 Model for Michael part 8
*the morning of the show* I was up around 10, I noticed everyone was still sleeping; well okay Iâ??m never the first one up ever. I got dressed in shorts, Carlos Santana t-shirt and tennis shoes. I got myself a cup of coffee and went back into my room to brush my hair and brush my teeth, etc. then I was out the door. I went over to Imanâ??s and knocked on her door Iman: (opens the door) give me a sec, gotta get my coffee Me: (giggles) k Iman: (walks away and comes back a few moments later) right, letâ??s go We left both carrying a cup of coffee in one hand and our bag in the other. We went down to her car got in and left. It was gonna take us a couple hours to get there, then at least an hour and a half in hair and make up. When we finally got to our destination we got our stuff and went inside, we spotted the runway and it was long! It went around the whole room and made this U shape in the middle. So weâ??re gonna be walking all the way around the room then on the U shape, itâ??s all connected and I know Iâ??m gonna have to have a strong strut thatâ??s a little fast. We went to the back where hair and make up was going on at, and there sat the little bitchy Naomi. She gave me a look and I just smiled at her and walked off with Iman over to our make up artist and hair stylist. They had to go get there stuff so they walked off and Naomi came up to me and started talking shit to me. Naomi: donâ??t fall tonight Me: I hope you do Naomi: (laughs) Iâ??ve been on the catwalk for a long time I ainâ??t gonna fall Me: Well bitch, Iâ??ve got a shit more modeling experience than you. And you never know what youâ??re gonna be walking on when you get on that run way. For all I know I could be walking all over your ass. Iman: (laughs) Naomi: Bitch Iâ??d shut the hell up Me: what are you gonna do throw your Diamond incrusted cell phone at me like you did to one of your employees? Just then Michael, his kids and Christian walked in. Iman and I were standing there while Naomi and I were arguing with each other. After I made that little comment Naomi just came at me and tackled me down to the ground and was sitting on my stomach slapping the shit out of me, I would have been on that mother fuckers ass knocking her teeth out if Michael wasnâ??t there. So the only thing I could do was cover my face as she kept slapping away. DAMN! She really can stop anytime now, I donâ??t think she knows what she just got herself into because Christian came over and pulled her up off me and I backed up and sat up against the wall looking at her. Naomi: LET ME AT THAT FUCKING BITCH! Me: BITCH! Shut the fuck up! (I rubbed the side of my face were she slapped me) Christian: Naomi! GET OUT! (he pulled her to the door) Naomi: (trying to get loose) IMMA BEAT YOUR ASS YOU ANOREXIC BITCH! Me: (still rubbing the side of my head and working up a few tears) damn bitchâ?¦ Michael: (walks over to me and kneels down, and wraps his arms around me and holds me close to him) youâ??re gonna be okay Me: (crying) Iâ??m so freakin pissed at her Michael: (puts his hand under my chin and tilts my face up to look at) you know thatâ??s nothing to cry over (he smiled and wiped the tears from my face) Blanket: (Whispers to Prince) I think youâ??re right, daddy likes her Prince: I told you (he smiled and looked at Paris) Paris: oh shut up, I know what youâ??re gonna say Prince: (giggles) Michael helped me back up and Iman was looking at Naomi who was talking to Christian outside, Iman looked down right pissed at her. When we finally got into hair and make up she told me something, that didnâ??t really shock me Iman: Iâ??m gonna beat her ass Me: (looks at her through the mirror) Iman: she needs to get some respect for herself Me: true When we finally got done with make up and hair we looked crazy good lol. My hair was up high in a Banana clip and my hair was teased, I had black heavy eyeliner on with an Egyptian look to it, and red eye shadow and dark red lip stick. We got thrown into wardrobe, and I was wearing a female version of Michaelâ??s Thriller costume, Iman was wearing some swim suit that Michael and Christian designed, we were both in 6 inch heels getting ready to strut our stuff on the runway. We got into line and waited for the show to start, Michael came to the back to wish us luck, he came up and gave me this warm hug. Michael: Good luck Kelly Marie Me: (giggles) Iâ??m gonna need it Iman: (looks over her shoulder) and something to make her happy (she giggled and looked back to the front) Sutan: 2 minutes! Me: (takes a deep breath) Michael: donâ??t freak out (he smiled) Me: Iâ??m not freaked out; shouldnâ??t you be getting back to your seat? Michael: Not until you answer a question Me: what? Michael: Will you be my girlfriend? (he looked at me with a smile) Me: â?¦.(I smiled) of course Sutan: alright ladies lets go! Michael: Iâ??ll see you out there (he smiled and hurried off to get to his seat) Sutan: alright, in 5, 4, 3, 2, and Kelly Marie go (he pushed me foreward) I got up on that runway and â??History Tony Moranâ??s HIStory lessonâ? was playing, and I was like okay I can strut to this, and Michael just boosted my confidence 112%. Letâ??s hope this night doesnâ??t end badly, I took my step onto that runway and started strutting down it, with another model 12 feet behind me. To be continued... not until i get 10 votes :)
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