incitethemuse The Fame by Lady Gaga
"It's been a good year for you, Vivi." The party is in full swing, and she's just glad she's not being asked where Ezra is. At least not by this agent. "Barely on the scene for eighteen months, and we've landed you some amazing campaigns. Of course it doesn't hurt that you and Ezra are the fashion world's darling couple."
Here it comes. Vivienne smiles that smile, the one she's practiced in the mirror a hundred times. The smile that says it's okay. Everything is okay. She has it all under control. "I'm very appreciative for all that you've done for me, Joanna."
"It's a shame he isn't here. So many clients were looking forward to seeing you both here tonight." Vivi holds the smile until she takes a sip of her champagne. "Vivi, you need him. He's rising faster than you, and frankly the competitiveness isn't as harsh with the male models."
Like she isn't aware of this? Like Vivi doesn't know the reason Ezra is one of the top five male models in the world isn't just because he's beautiful. No. It's because modeling is still a woman's world. Sample sizes are getting smaller, and for every Vivi with her amazing eighteen months is another hundred girls waiting to knock her out of the top twenty female models of the world. She needs to hit the top ten soon. Maybe she's only nineteen, but she has to achieve it soon or it won't happen.
They'll find another seventeen year old on the street and say she has the right look. She'll be up for Vivi's campaigns. For every Giselle there are hundreds of girls who were names for a moment and then they disappeared.
"He had something come up. We're both shooting Klein and Armani this coming month." Vivi's eyes go to the clock and notices how close it is to hitting midnight. Another year is nearly gone.
Joanna smiles. The smile of someone who has done this with countless other pretty faces. "You're hot right now, Vivienne. Everyone wants a piece of you, and if Ezra is going to be too busy with...other endeavors, make sure you are too."
Joanna leaves and Vivienne scans the crowd for someone that will do. Her eyes fall on an A-List actor known for loving models. She cozies up to him and at midnight, their New Year's kiss will hit the tabloids. Meanwhile, Ezra will stay quietly in some private villa and his kiss at midnight will avoid the papers all together.
It's the way they work. They share genuine affection for each other, but both need to stay famous because a model's shelf life, regardless of gender, is short. Bruce Wayne didn't even know who Vivi was, but she can shrug it off to him being gone for seven years. Anyone else who pays attention to the fashion industry knows who she is, and she will do whatever it takes to keep it that way.
It's half past midnight when she texts Ezra with, Happy New Year, your sugar daddy owes me, prepare for a public fight and make up in Central Park when you're back.
The text to her brother says simply, Happy New Year, Vince. Love you! Xoxo Viv.
It's one thirty when her dress and her shoes are pooled at the foot of the bed and the actor is on top of her, whispering words he whispers to the models before her, and the ones that will come after her, but it's okay. Any publicity is good publicity and he's a good fuck.
There's worse ways to ring in a new year.
Here it comes. Vivienne smiles that smile, the one she's practiced in the mirror a hundred times. The smile that says it's okay. Everything is okay. She has it all under control. "I'm very appreciative for all that you've done for me, Joanna."
"It's a shame he isn't here. So many clients were looking forward to seeing you both here tonight." Vivi holds the smile until she takes a sip of her champagne. "Vivi, you need him. He's rising faster than you, and frankly the competitiveness isn't as harsh with the male models."
Like she isn't aware of this? Like Vivi doesn't know the reason Ezra is one of the top five male models in the world isn't just because he's beautiful. No. It's because modeling is still a woman's world. Sample sizes are getting smaller, and for every Vivi with her amazing eighteen months is another hundred girls waiting to knock her out of the top twenty female models of the world. She needs to hit the top ten soon. Maybe she's only nineteen, but she has to achieve it soon or it won't happen.
They'll find another seventeen year old on the street and say she has the right look. She'll be up for Vivi's campaigns. For every Giselle there are hundreds of girls who were names for a moment and then they disappeared.
"He had something come up. We're both shooting Klein and Armani this coming month." Vivi's eyes go to the clock and notices how close it is to hitting midnight. Another year is nearly gone.
Joanna smiles. The smile of someone who has done this with countless other pretty faces. "You're hot right now, Vivienne. Everyone wants a piece of you, and if Ezra is going to be too busy with...other endeavors, make sure you are too."
Joanna leaves and Vivienne scans the crowd for someone that will do. Her eyes fall on an A-List actor known for loving models. She cozies up to him and at midnight, their New Year's kiss will hit the tabloids. Meanwhile, Ezra will stay quietly in some private villa and his kiss at midnight will avoid the papers all together.
It's the way they work. They share genuine affection for each other, but both need to stay famous because a model's shelf life, regardless of gender, is short. Bruce Wayne didn't even know who Vivi was, but she can shrug it off to him being gone for seven years. Anyone else who pays attention to the fashion industry knows who she is, and she will do whatever it takes to keep it that way.
It's half past midnight when she texts Ezra with, Happy New Year, your sugar daddy owes me, prepare for a public fight and make up in Central Park when you're back.
The text to her brother says simply, Happy New Year, Vince. Love you! Xoxo Viv.
It's one thirty when her dress and her shoes are pooled at the foot of the bed and the actor is on top of her, whispering words he whispers to the models before her, and the ones that will come after her, but it's okay. Any publicity is good publicity and he's a good fuck.
There's worse ways to ring in a new year.