I'm in a really loud dressing room. People are running around. It's madness. Men and women are getting me dressed, fixing my hair and doing my make up. They push me to the runway. I can see through the curtain. There are hundreds of people watching the show. Before I walk out, a woman looks me over one last time. I get the ok and now I'm walking. I smile and look at everyone. I know that after this they will all regret hurting me. I am a model. They get to watch me. I make it to the end of the runway and twirl to show off my dress. I then start walking back, smiling the whole way. Before I go behind the curtain again, I twirl one more time and wave to the crowd. I am happy.
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