I was almost a half-hour late when I dashed into the Studio. I didn’t have a cell phone yet so I couldn’t call to let them know I was on my way. My hopes of becoming part of the magic dwindled with each traffic light. When I finally arrived Addison, the-even-cuter-than-I remembered concierge, told me that Paige had left and I was to speak with “Nicole” (Mrs. Myles) before my try-out. He showed me to the same blue chair and I sat and palpitated. Where the hell was my model Sue? If she didn’t show up I was double screwed. The only other people in the giant room were two female Asian stylists who fawned over a single client. I flipped through a magazine and tried to cheerlead under my breath--“You’ve got the goods, this is no big deal, you can do it and do it well! Sue will show up at the perfect time and this is actually going to be lots of fun!” These lies rolled by like movie credits and were as easily forgotten.
The magazine on my lap was turned to an ad for the army. A group of khaki-wearing teens were rock-climbing and having a ball. The quote was “Making money for college was never so adventurous.” Was it too late to go to college? Or could you put the money in retirement if you wanted to? Did they take forty-three year old hairdressers? Don’t ask don’t tell was still in effect right? And if it is, is that a good thing?
One of the Asian girls looked at me--did I just say “good thing” out loud? I tried to turn the page but my moist fingertips were stuck to the ad. Addison’s angelic face peered out from a sheer curtain separating us and said that Nicole was ready to see me. Then Sue entered the Studio panting and I pointed at the seat I vacated. Addison walked me back to where I had talked with Myles the previous week and knocked on the door.