"Supermodels 3 - Having It All - Calhoun, B.B." - читать интересную книгу автора (Calhoun B.B)

"It's really perfect for hair like yours," she said, wrapping a strand of my long dark brown hair around the wand. "A small wand like this keeps the curl tighter."
I saw what she meant. After she had finished, my face was surrounded with tiny delicate ringlets.
"Perfect. Scott will love it," she said. Scott Jones was the photographer for the shoot. "I'll go see if he's ready for you."
A few moments later, she returned.
"Sorry, Naira," she said. "They're still fixing the lights. It'll be at least another five minutes."
"That's okay," I said, hopping down from the stool. I headed out of the dressing room and picked up my notebook.
Photo shoots can be a pain because there's so much sitting around. Believe me, glamour
is just a small part of modeling. The rest is waiting.
You wait for the lights to be set, for the stylist to choose the clothes, for the makeup and hair people to be ready for you. Sometimes it seems as though there's more waiting than anything else. That's why I always try to bring some kind of project to do when I go on a shoot.
I'd been using a lot of my free time at photo shoots to write postcards to Jameel, Yusef, and Kyra back home. They have a pretty big collection of New York postcards from me. In my first month here I sent them cards of all the tourist spotsЧthe Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, the Circle Line Boat Tour. Then I began to look for more unusual cards. My favorite one has a picture of an old man selling pretzels from a cart. New York is filled with pretzel carts.
Today's project, though, was organizing my school supplies. Tomorrow I would be starting eleventh grade at the High School for Performing Students (HSPS), in New York. Ford Models had arranged for me and three of the other models with whom I share an
apartmentЧKerri, Cassandra, and PaigeЧto go to HSPS.
My other two roommates, Katerina and Pia, are attending the American Institute for Foreign Students. That's because Katerina's from Russia and Pia's from Italy, and the Institute is a place where foreign students can go to school and work on their English at the same time. Actually, Cassandra's native language isn't English, either. She's from Brazil, where Portuguese is spoken, but her English is great. Cassandra had her own talk show in Brazil, and she interviewed a lot of up-and-coming American actors and celebrities.
I didn't really know that much about HSPS at first, except that it's a special school for teenagers who work professronctHy as musicians, actors, dancers, and models. The schedule is flexible, so students can leave school to work when they have to.
My old school in Chicago, Guilford Academy, was tough about missing classes. It was a public school, but it only accepted certain students. A student had to have a pretty high average to get in, and then the teachers
expected you to work hard once you were there. I've always done well in school, though, probably because I like it. I hoped that HSPS had a good science department. I take rny science classes pretty seriously, since I'm planning on becoming a doctor someday.
I opened my loose-leaf notebook and clipped in the colored dividers I'd just bought. Then I picked up the pack of loose-leaf paper. I'd had to go to a few stores here in New York before I found the colored paper I like. I always organize my school subjects by colorЧ a yellow divider and yellow paper for math, green for history, and so on. And I always save my favorite color, purple, for whatever science class I'm taking. That way papers from different classes never get mixed up.
Just then, Scott Jones, the photographer, walked over to me. He had on a pale denim shirt and a pair of jeans.
"Okay, Naira," he said. "Are you ready?"
"You bet," I answered. I'd been ready for eons.
"Great," he said.
I followed him out into the main studio, where he and his assistant, an Asian guy with
a little ponytail, had set up some lights around a small stool in front Of the white seamless. Seamless is this big paper that conies in rolls. Photographers often use it when they want a plain background for their photos.
"Have a seat on the stool, please, Naira," said Scott, stepping behind his camera.
"Okay," I said, sitting down.
"I'm going to take some Polaroids first," he told me.
I nodded. Sometimes photographers use a Polaroid camera to take some instant pictures when the shoot begins. That way they can be sure everything looks okay before they go ahead and start shooting with their regular cameras.
Scott took a couple of Polaroids. Then he looked them over with Audrey and Susan.
"Hey, Jim," he called to his assistant. "We need some adjustment on the lights."
Jim fiddled around with the lights.
"Okay, now, Naira," said Scott, taking his place behind the camera, "just look right into the camera lens, as if you're looking at an old friend you know very well."
I took a deep breath, let it out, and turned
to face the camera with a smile. Now this was modeling.
"Nice," said Scott, clicking away. "Beautiful. Try a bit more serious. Good. Just a little smile? Right. Now tilt your head a little more, please. Great." He stopped and turned to Susan. "Can we do something about that one strand of hair on the left, please? It's sticking up a little."
"Sure." Susan hurried over to me and fixed my hair. "How's that?"
"Great," said Scott, peering through the camera again. __
"Hold on" said Audrey. "The eye shadow needs a little touch-up on her left eye."
Susan came back and applied more of the peach shadow.
"Yes, that's good," said Audjtey.
"Okay, Naira, let's go," said Scott.
"Hold on a sec," called Jim. "I think one of these lights may have moved."
A few moments later, we were ready to roll again.
"Okay, Naira, we're on," said Scott.
I turned to look into the lens again, doing my best to recapture, the position I had been in before. But I must have been a little off.
"Don't tilt your head quite so much," Scott instructed me. "And that little smile again. Okay, perfect."
The next hour went by quickly. Scott shot several rolls of film, and we stopped for occasional touch-ups to my hair and makeup.
Finally, Scott looked up from his camera and grinned.
"Lovely work, Naira," he said. "You're a real pro."
"Thanks," I said, standing up and stretching.
I washed off my makeup in the bathroom and changed back into my vest and T-shirt. Then I packed up my loose-leaf notebook and