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[alana rose bailey]

what a shame me all became, such fragile broken things
A MEMORY REMAINS, JUST A TINY SPARK

Well, it was Alana rose Bailey's third year at this wonderful college learning everything she needed to know about music. Right now she was going simply to become a producer but was also learning music business so really she had options after school was over. Not that it all mattered, this was all her back up plan, he real dream was to be out on tour playing music every night. music was this girls one and only love, at the moment anyway. Most of the guys at this school aside from a select few were nothing but drunken jerks. Aside from all that it was a nice place. Alana tapped her pen lightly on the small desk as she sort of listened to the professors lecture about music theory and the evolution of rock. Letting out a heavy sigh the red head rested her head on her hand. It was way too early for all this. Night classes seemed like a good idea for her senior year. As the bell sounded Alana stopped tapping her pen and leaned down picking her her bag before packing up her books and heading out the door not looking back. She was so close to cracking from that class that it was ridiculous. The poor girl needed a break from class, from school. She needed to get out and party or something.

The small girl marched through the long crowded halls of the school as she made her was as fast as possible to the main doors of the building. Fresh air would help clear her mind and really all she wanted to do at this moment was get away. She pushed the heavy door open with her shoulder escaping the hell behind her. The cool air hit her her pale skin causing her to shiver lightly but it still felt good. It was a beautiful day, the sun was out and the clouds were scattered across the sky in random small cotton like puffs. The light breeze was what was keeping it from getting too warm out. Alana ran a hand through her long, bright multi-colored hair as he walked across the school ground toward a tree that was casting shade over the grass. She pulled her sidekick out of her pocket to check the time , it was still early. Eleven thirty. She was just going to hang out by the tree and write for a while before heading out to Panera Bread for lunch.

Just as Alana got the time off her phone, her foot caught one of the out grown roots of the large tree, sending her, her book bag, and everything in it, flying. She hit the ground with a thud and a huff knocking the wind out of her a bit. Typical of an accident prone girl do do something like this. she sat up shaking her head her herself a bit mumbling a few things under her breath, something about as if her day couldn't get any worse. As she tossed her stuff back into her book bag she felt a slight stinging feeling on her keen. She stopped for a moment and sat back down to examine it for a moment, and just as she though, she had not only torn her jeans at the knee but also cut open her leg. "Are you freakin' serious." she said placing a hand to her face as she shook her head again letting out an irritated groan. Poor girl.

WORDS •576
OUTFIT •Here
HAIR • Same as in signature
MUSIC •Paramore - Pressure
TAG •Amelia
NOTES• Wow that was really bad, i'm sorry

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Amelia frowned, looking at the person in front of her. This person actually thought she was going to make it big in the modelling industry. Pssh. Of course she wasn't. For your information, Amelia was helping some girl get her act together for some photo shoot. She had been excused form her modelling class to do this, and she was frustrated. She'd rather be learning about the "ins" and "outs" of the modelling business but nope. She was stuck with some random hopeful whose teeth weren't even dead straight. What was this world coming to? And even the hair wasn't great. Amelia clicked her teeth, and the girl looked up, her eyes swimming with tears of happiness.
“uh, sure you’ll do great, but for one thing. you’re teeth are not dead-straight and that’s a major uh-oh in the modelling business, you’re posture is crap, but they might let you work on it and her hair, my girl, needs fixing, but other than that you’re..okay,” she said, listing many things.

She looked at her watch, begging the hands to move faster. She had twenty minutes left of her class that she could go back to, but what was the point, when she’d missed the basically the whole class. Maybe she could get the notes, etcetera from a that very cute boy she’d been sitting next to? Yeah, good plan. “and please also wear something that you’re grandmother wouldn’t have worn,” she said, her voice cutting through the silence in the room. The girl was now completely quiet, the questions that had once been spilling out of her mouth had now come to a complete stop. Amelia smiled at the girl, folding her arms.

That was what you got when you were a major model in Las Vegas. Once everyone knew you were here, that was the end of your spare time! But Amelia had found a way around missing all these wannabe models and fans. Just by telling them on her regularly updated myspace blog that she didn’t like being surrounded by everyone and that she just wanted to get into her classes a bit more. Cheesey-ish but it had worked. And now only people who dared to talk to her booked appointments through her manager, Owen.

Except the truth was, that she’d only come to Las Vegas to get away from everything that had happened in New York; her rise to popularity in high school and all the guys she’d had fun with. In Las Vegas, sure she’d had a few guys already (their fault not hers) she’d felt more at home and more relaxed. And she hadn’t taken drugs for a wee while either. More like two weeks. Which was a bonus in itself.

In Las Vegas you could be someone else. You didn’t have to be completely who you were. And she was grateful that no one had found out about her drug habit. She couldn’t help it. High school made you do things that were terrible.

She smiled at the girl and saw, that by chance the twenty minutes had gone. “thanks for coming in. hope everything goes okay!” she said, before, grabbing her bag. It was eleven forty. What was she to do? Panera Bread wouldn’t be open for another half-an hour at least. She sighed, pulling out her iPhone, scrolling through some music she’d put on it to listen to. She was just walking past a large tree, and didn’t see someone who was sprawled on the ground in front of her, in pain. It was only as she hear a cry that she looked down. A red-head. On the ground. In pain. Ouch. She knelt down. Sure Amelia had been known as a “slut” at her old school but that didn’t mean she wasn’t nice in person. She smiled and looked at the girl. “hey, do you need some help getting to the nurse-y person?” she asked, her perfect eyebrows arched up slightly, questioning.

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[alana rose bailey]

what a shame me all became, such fragile broken things
A MEMORY REMAINS, JUST A TINY SPARK

Now, Alana wasn’t exactly cursed with bad luck, it just so happened to follow the poor girl at the worst of times, picking and peeling away at her, breaking her down ever so slowly at the time she needed peace and relaxation the most or just when she was around that cute boy she had a little ting for. She made a fool of her self falling on her face or something along those line. Though that seemed almost the story for most people in a way. Unless they were the few lucky people that things always seemed to go smoothly for. But really now, where was the fun and excitement in all of that. Some times a little random tink and bang on the knee make the day just that more exciting.

Alana heard footsteps not too far from her but really paid no attention knowing that no one really cared about what had happened, hell she would have walked on all well if she had seen the same thing happen, but then a voice broke through the silence, female. Raising a brow slightly Alana looked up to see a girl standing before her, different from Alana as night and day, obviously going to the school for modeling cause she just had that look to her. Her clothes were perfect, her hair and teeth were perfect, he make up, the girl just reeked modeling major. Not that it was a bad thing she just want the type Alana hung out with let alone spoke with on a daily basis. She placed her hand to her knee examining the cut on her leg for a moment before shaking her head a bit. " No, I think I’ll be fine, I'm sure it's nothing under... all the blood... and stuff" she said before standing up, keeping her weight on the other leg careful not to cause any more damage to herself. She was almost sure that it was just a small cut under all the deep red blood that spilled over the pale skin of her knee, a little cleaning up and a ninja turtle band-aid and she would be fine.

Alana picked up her black book bag and placed it on her tiny shoulder before facing the girl again crossing her arm over her chest. " Thanks for offering though. That was the light to my oh so gloomy day." she said. Under all the cheesy cliché talk and sarcasm it was a thank you to the girl. "I'm Alana by the way" she spoke introducing herself to her. Now, Alana wasn't the type to think low of herself, but compared to this girl she felt almost sad. Sure Alana was a pretty girl, but by no means was she able to be a model, starting with her five foot two frame, if that. Sure she was skinny but that meant nothing. Most models were over five foot, some well over six feet. She just couldn't compare, but it didn't bother her too much cause simply her heart was in music not modeling and it always would be.

Running a thin pale hand though her loud colored hair Alana shook her head a few times, looking at the girl. “ Thanks for checking up on me though, no one else around this hell hole would have“ she admitted with a short smile. She leaned down picking up her phone from the ground tossing it into her bag with a heavy sigh. “ So, I don‘t believe I have seen you around here. What are you majoring in?” as if it were not obvious. This was the highlight of Alana’s day that was for sure, this girl seemed nice enough, and maybe just having some one to talk to about her clumsiness way nice. After all friends were better than enemies, and at this school, you could use all the friends you could get.

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OUTFIT •Here
HAIR • Same as in signature
MUSIC •Jaws Song from the tv
TAG •Amelia
NOTES• this ones a little better!

[milly]

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Amelia smiled at the girl, who looked more like someone who didn't give a shit about fashion. Her hair, for one, was outrageous, in a good-music way which seemed to suit the girl, who was obviously there at the college to major in music. And not anything else. Her white top was scruffy in any sense, compared to Amelia's clean, fashionable green top. She sighed. Not everyone could have the same sense of beauty as her. Oh wait, she was being selfish. Shit. She smiled again at the girl, one hand on her hips, the other on her bag.

Amelia certainly wasn't one of those people who fell over all the time, like this girl seemed to. Amelia had perfect posture and never fell over. But then again, you couldn't fall over in the modelling industry. Especially when you were in Paris or Rome or somewhere where there was a massive fashion on. It would ruin your CV if you did, and sometimes you had to spend hours just walked up and down in a straight line in order to succeed in the business. "oh blood, gross, are you sure. i have got tissues?" she said, offering, but cringing at the sight of blood. Sure she'd been good at science, surprisingly, at high school, she'd never been one who was good at, or with blood, so seeing the blood on the girl's knee really set her stomach racing.

Amelia smiled, though, ignoring the stomach machine in her stomach, that was getting her juices going. The girl was being sarcastic. Amelia smiled shortly, watching the girl. "oh really, not having a good day?" she asked, trying to sound casual. Poor girl. And Amelia had been having a great day, until that model-wannabe came in and made her frustrated. She thought it sounded like the girl in front of her, was trying to say thank you, but in a different sense to what Amelia would have said. She nodded to the girl, one hand still on her hip, the other on her bag.

"oh. nice to meet you alana. oh so you're the girl majoring in music?" Amelia asked. She'd heard of the girl's name and how her singing voice was pretty amazing, and how she could record something so good it was like it had been done by a professional. She knew the girl would be like, freaked out that she knew about her, that Amelia decided to explain. "oh don't worry. i just heard some guys talking about you the other day. oh and im amelia," she said, not thinking that the girl would know who she was. Just by looking at the girl, it was easy to see that the girl had no fashion-y sense at all.

"why not? why wouldn't anyone have checked on you? or is it the stereotype for people in las vegas?" she asked, confused. Weren't people nice in Las Vegas? "oh im majoring in modelling. this is my first year here so that's probably why," she said, explaining her reason further. The girl was nice, even if she looked very casual in her fashion. Amelia had a few friends around the college but not many since she'd been busy with modelling and her course, but maybe if Alana became a friend, she'd give her some tips to make her look prettier. Sure Alana was pretty but she had the potential to look even better.

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[alana rose bailey]

what a shame me all became, such fragile broken things
A MEMORY REMAINS, JUST A TINY SPARK

It wasn’t so much that Alana didn’t care for fashion, it was more so she was into being comfortable, and feeling good in what she was in. Getting all dressed up was not her thing, she was a jeans and hoodie type of girl, but that had always fit her in a way. When it came to fashion, Alana did her own thing, fitting two things together or cutting up an old shirt to make it more fitting and different. She wouldn’t go out and blow hundreds upon thousands of dollars on clothes she would wear once simply because she would rather have food, to go out with all of her friends, and a nice place to sleep, her dad wasn’t paying for everything. Actually he wasn’t paying for anything at all. Alana was all on her own there, since she had left for school, they have not spoken and she didn’t see things changing with that any time soon.

At the moment she didn't bother to worry about it, she was working on making her life better for herself and she wasn’t going to ask for help. Not that she needed it. She had a good job working at the local music studio, assisting the owner with everything he needed much like a secretary would at an office. It wasn’t much but it paid the bills and really, to the small red head that was all that mattered. Also in a way it gave her a head start with her foot in the door learning not only in school but she learned hands on the ins and outs of music and producing records, and hey she got free studio time which was awesome because she loved singing. Alana had even beat out a few song there which the CD’s were now lying around some place in her room.

Seeing the look on Amelia face when she caught sight of the oozing red blood on Alana’s knee she smiled a bit before letting out a soft laugh. “I‘m sure I‘m fine but yet the tissue would be nice“ she said opening her bag up a bit pulling a unmarked water bottle out with now warm water in it. She could clean it up a bit, she about had a little first aid kit in her bag, minus the tissues, and maybe antibacterial cream but she could Alana that all up when she was home, after she grabbed lunch and all that juicy stuff. Blood and gushing wounds never really bothered Alana, growing up she would always run around the neighborhood with the kids on her block, they would all go to the park together and meet up with other local kids, and every day at least one of them came home with a good sized cut or broken bone after a rough game of baseball. It was fun though none the less. It made for some good memories. Not that she would ever go back though.

Hearing Amelia ask about her day sort of shocked Alana. She looked back up a the girl and shook her head. “No, not really“ she said with a sort of grin on her lips thinking back to class. “I‘m not really a morning person, on top of professors nagging, and just classes dragging. Ugh! Just need some relaxation time. Just seems like lately all I do is study and work“ she said sort of venting though Alana hadn’t really noticed it until she had finished. She placed her hand to her head weaving her pale fingers with her bright hair. “I‘m sorry don‘t mean to bore you with my problems“ Alana shook her head a few times before grossing her arms over her check loosely. Alana had never been the type to vent that way but for some reason this girl was easy to talk to.

After her little introduction she nodded her head a few times to the question about her majoring in music. When she brought up her singing she lifted a brow curiously. Alan never went out telling everyone she sang, sure she was taking vocal lessons but only people close to her knew that. She didn’t toot her own horn but the girl had a voice, and quite a bit of range. As a child her mother who was oddly enough a vocal coach, had given her lessons so Alana had always had a good knowledge of it. As to why she was taking advanced classes now. There were days where she would sit in the class where she did lessons, when it was empty, and she would practice some more but she had never known anyone had stopped to listen. As the girl explained herself a bit Alan;s confused look faded into a smile. “oh ha, that’s cool. Odd that that would get around..." she said. "Though, it’s nice to meet you Amelia“ she said. Alana now could see herself become good friends with her, if they actually toot the time to do so. She seemed like a nice enough person, not at all like she had heard about the modeling majors.

“Well, if I saw some one fall on their face the way I did I would have laughed and kept on walking.” she said answering Amelia‘s question. “I mean, most of us here are adults but it’s a little hard to believe with the way most of the students here act“ she added with a shrug of her small shoulders. Really she didn’t care either way if some one would have helped her, just kept walking, or laughed. She would have just gotten up and walked on anyway. It was bond to happen again sooner or later not worth putting the time in to worry about it. That how she looked at it anyway. Hearing she was a modeling major came as no surprise. Alana smiled and nodded. “I figured that's what it was. You‘re like super pretty“ she said. No not hitting on the girl. Alana was perfectly straight and actually had her eye on one of the guys here. She was simply commenting the girl.

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OUTFIT •Here
HAIR • Same as in signature
MUSIC •Supermassive Black Hole -Muse
TAG •Amelia
NOTES• I‘m so sorry the muse just came to me. I had to stop myself haha

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Amelia smiled, looking at the girl. She sighed, her thoughts wondering to her next major fashion shoot. For Cosmopolitan. But by the sounds of it Alana wouldn't even know what Cosmopolitan was. Which wasn't a bad thing for her, but for Amelia, it meant that the girl needed help in the magazine department. Amelia, in her opinion, thought that every girl needed to have read a fashion magazine for a period in their life. Well, for Amelia, it was easy to say, well think that, because she'd been brought up around cameras and magazine shoots since she was a few weeks out of her mum's womb. And ever since then, compared to how Alana would have been clothed, probably, Amelia had been brought up to look great, sexy and had been reading fashion magazine, well looking at them, ever since she was young. Not her fault.

And still on about appearance. Alana looked like a real muso, if you get me drift. With her jeans, white top and style of hair, she was basically reeking musician. Or someone who was doing music as a major. Amelia smiled. She loved music. It was well-known in Hollywood, and beyond, that she played the guitar and could sing, but modelling had been her calling. Had everything changed in her life unexpectantly, or whatever, Amelia would've been doing music. She sighed. She'd left her guitar back in New York, at her parents place. Maybe she could get them to send it over to Las Vegas? Maybe, they'd think she wanted a change of scenery in her life. Pssh, like she wouldn't. Modelling was her life. It would be all she ever did as a career. There was no chance of her changing her career. Modelling was all she'd ever known ! If she was to change, she'd cry, her life would be over, but I think you're basically getting the idea of what I'm getting on about so I'll just shut up.

She began to wonder if there were any students in the college that were doing modelling that were professionals like her. She hoped there were. She felt kind of odd being the one in her modelling classes that actually knew what the professors were talking about, because of all her past experience. Amelia wondered what Alana did as a job, if she had one. Probably something to do with music. Duh. How blonde Amelia could be sometimes! "apart from your singing, what else do you play?" she asked, curious. If she played the guitar, it would be awesome. If Alana played the piano, maybe she could teach Amelia? Amelia had always wanted to learn the piano, but due to all her homeschooling (sometimes) and modelling, it had not happened. And plus Amelia had to teach herself the guitar, which had sucked, especially since all the other models had mocked her about the guitar and her. She sighed.

Amelia smiled and she opened her bag, moving her hand around before her hands connected with the tissues. She pulled them out and opened the packet, which hadn't been previously been opened and gave Alana two tissues. "do you need antibacterial? being a model, i carry stuff around just in case," she said, chuckling. She smiled kindly, but her stomach was still causing her pains 'cause of the blood. She waited for Alana to reply, her hand by her side, but within easy-reach of her bag in case Alana needed antiseptic. After being a model all her life, Amelia had learnt to carry a mini-first-aid-kit around with her, because models had to concentrate on walking straight, and not ripping the clothes. If you fell, or bumped into something, you needed a quick cover up. Sure make-up helped, but you always had to have tissues and antibacterial cream nearby. " you're not bothered about blood? urgh, i hate the sight of it," she said, pulling a face.

The girl in front of Amelia looked shocked, well not shocked but well actually yeah. She did. Amelia stared at the girl, not saying anything. She just smiled. What was wrong with asking about your day? Amelia always asked, well out of manners. When she was drunk, which was usually every weekend, she just swore and carried on in a way that could have shocked her manager into a heart attack. She chuckled. "oh i know how you feel! i hate early mornings! they're horrible. yeah, the professors are horrible. well, the modelling professors are. they think they're special, but they're not," she said, rolling her arms, her hand on her hip again. "its fine. i know sometimes i want to vent everything at someone. its fine." she said, reassuring the girl.

"sorry about bringing up your singing. sorry, i didn't realise that it was, well not personal, but you don't want to talk about it? uh, just curious, are you any good?" she asked, biting her lip. "sorry, uh.." Awkward. This conversation was decreasing in awesomeness down to awkwardness. Crap. Amelia was great in conversations but this one was okay. Well maybe Amelia was looking at from a different perspective. After all, it was only one statement. Pssh. Maybe Amelia was panicking, internally, without knowing it that she might have lost a new-friend.

Pssh. Amelia breathed in and out silently before looking back to Alana. "nice to meet you too," she said, smiling, showing her perfect teeth in straight rows. Well not straight rows but you get what I'm getting at. Geez. "you would have laugh and kept walking?" Amelia said, in disbelief. She thought that was mean, well not mean. Yes, everyone was adults at the college, but you'd think that maybe they'd help others? Or was it the freedom of being away from home on their own at college that was the main drawcard, that made them not care about others? Amelia frowned slightly. She'd been told, by her manager not to laugh at fellow models when they fell over. It was rude and, though it did demolish their reputations, Amelia had been warned not to laugh. Other fashion icons in the industry might look upon her as a mean, model. Competitive, yes, but mean. And that was a no go.

Amelia blushed. "oh not really," she said. "compared to others" -she said, pausing slightly- "i'm not even close, but thanks. you are too!" she said, grinning widely, despite the fact that it was true. There were others in the industry that were prettier than her, well beautiful was the words that could descirbe. She sighed silently, but continued to smile at Alana. She knew Alana wasn't hitting on her, and she wasn't hitting on Alana. She was straight, and had been well- at her hight school for getting around with guys, if you know what I mean.

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[alana rose bailey]

what a shame me all became, such fragile broken things
A MEMORY REMAINS, JUST A TINY SPARK

Well if it wasn't obvious. Alana wasn't really much of a girly girl and she had never been. Sure she liked make up and had a basic idea of how to use the stuff, but really she never took it seriously. Nor did she take fashion to seriously. To Alana it was just every day stuff. Though to Amelia she was sure it was a lifestyle. But that just went to show how different the two girls standing opposite of each other. It was by no means a bad thing, actually in a way was kind of cool. They could always learn new things from each other. Alana had a knowledge of just about everything you needed to know about music and she was sure Amalia could teach her everything she needed to know about fashion and all that other girly stuff. Wow, they were kinda like Batman and Robin in a way off topic sort of way when you thought about it ha. Though Alana never would look at their differences in a negative way. A friendship with Amelia would be a good one, and an interesting one at that. Only time would tell though. For some reason, it was like every one at the school had some sort of secrete past, but come to think of it. A lot of people wanted to shed the skin of who they were in high school, and be some one new, and try something new when college came around. It wasn't so much that for the small read head but she did have her own secrets that till this day she had not told any one. But we wont go into that.

As Amelia asked what else Alana played she smiled a bit moving the bright strands on her hair from her face. Well Alana could play just about any instrument she picked up. Though she was not pro at everything, but she was a very musically inclined girl. "Well, i play guitar, bass, a little drums, piano, clarinet...." she rambled on and on. "But mostly just guitar and piano." She said with a small nod. "... for writing and stuff" She had been playing those two instruments for as long as she could remember, her father had taught her, when they actually talked. She watched Amelia pull two tissue out of her bag and then offer her some antibacterial. She smiled a bit. "Thank you" she spoke taking the tissue. "Yeah, if it's not any trouble" she added Alana took a seat on the grass dumping a bit of the water on her knee then gently cleaned up the bloody mess with the tissue. The cut was a little worse that she thought it was, but far from needing stitches. By now the pain of the cut was beginning to die down by the passing minutes. It was just gross looking now, she would take the time to clean it up a lot better when she was home and all that good stuff. "No. not at all actually" she replied with a small giggle. "Now bones sticking up out of the skin, that's a different story" Mhm, yuck.

It was a nice change of things for Alana know know that Amelia wasn't bothered by her little vent. Actually that she felt for her made it all a lot better in a way. "Dude, i can't even imagine how bad those modeling professors are. I mean if i cant even stand music teachers i cant even start to think how bad those ones are. I bet they are snappy" she said. No offense to anyone, they just came off as short tempered, and rude. She didn't mean it in a way like all models were rude bitches or anything, ok shutting up now, moving on. When Amelia asked about Alana's singing and if she was any good, she didn't take it as if she meant it in a mean way. She was used it. Alana's speaking voice was a little rough, not all sweet a smooth like most girls, so a lot of people always wondered about his singing. Which oddly enough was smooth and very controlled. "It's fine" she said with a laugh as she apologized to her. "Actually, I'm going to sing at open mic night tonight at the coffee shop if you want to come out and have a listen." she said. "Or you can have my demo if you like.. i have an extra in my bag, it was for my professor but i think I'm taking the rest of the day off. I could just burn a new one tonight for him" Yeah that's right, Alana did shit at the beat of her own damn drum.

As the two girl continued to talk on Alan ran her fingers though her hair that was now all wind blow and out of control. It was an attempt to tame it in a way but she would need to find a mirror and brush. She was seriously thinking about cutting it off and dying it. Maybe all a deep shade of read, who knows. "well.. yeah..." she said sort of embarrassed. "I mean seriously, it's kinda funny" she said with a shrug. She felt kind of bad now. Moving on again. She left it at that. Mkay, well Alana had not been expecting to hear a compliment back from the girl, but she figured it was just her being nice. "Thanks" she said softly, if even loud enough to hear it. "Is it hard? Like the whole modeling thing. Not that i would have any chance, I'm too short...just curious" she said. She had never actually got to asked anyone about modeling. She did like America's next top model though. It was a good show, and the bitch fights were always really amusing to her.

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TAG •Amelia
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Amelia smiled at the girl, having a good feeling that they would get along fine, despite there being differences between them that were obvious; the fashion, the appearance and their interests. Amelia didn’t mind. At least she’d met someone. Alana had to the first real friend she had had in Las Vegas. Everyone else pretended to be Amelia’s friend, which sucked. Amelia had come from New York to get away from everything, her past and the girls at her school who were still in New York. She’d had a good high school experience, once she’d reached the popular group, but then it had just gotten better once she’d reached the top of the group. But she had been known to sleep around, and she’d appliced to the college in Las Vegas and had gotten in. It was the farthest place away from New York in the country on a “scale” so that was good. She still got texts from the girls that she had “ruled” but she never really replied. The only problem with her “upbringing” at high-school was that it had rubbed off into her life in Las Vegas. She still drunk heavily, though it hardly took anything to get her drunk, and she did drugs when she got them. So much for being a new person in Las Vegas. But she didn’t want Alana to know about her past in New York nor about her drinking or drugs. Sure she could tell Alana about her modelling and how that had gone, etcetera, but nothing that related to high-school. She’d just make it up. She didn’t want to lose Alana and the friendship they had forged. Maybe one day Amelia would tell her but not now. Maybe Alana had her own secrets? Probably. Everyone did. Well, Amelia was sure that Alana would tell them in time if they were still friends when they did.

”wow, you’re like incredibly musically inclined by the sounds of it. wow, im jealous.” Amelia said, her eyes wide. Sure she played the piano but still. Sure Amelia would have done music instead of modelling had she not been a model and in love with modelling but seriously. Alana just made her sound like an idiot. Seriously, wow. How many instruments? Seven? ”you must be really, really good at music. piano? i've always wanted to play that. well I play guitar but compared to you its nothing,” she said, laughing slightly. She looked curiously at Alana. ”oh you write songs?” she asked, even more curious. She liked meeting people who wrote their own material. She rarely did, well sometimes if she was hanging around Hollywood, but she hadn’t recently. She’d been out of the limelight because of college, but all the paparazzi was expecting her to make an appearance sooner or later. Amelia had been reading on blogs on the internet, with articles saying, “WHERE IS PARKER?” or “AMELIA HIBERNATION” and worst of all “HAS THE PAST CAUGHT UP ON AMELIA?” She sighed quietly to herself. The paparazzi really annoyed her sometimes, well the media in general annoyed her sometimes; with their false accusations and their pictures that they photoshopped to look real. She hated them. Some were nice. Some told the truth, others, well others just wanted to earn enough money for bringing up a “real” story. Amelia pushed all these negative thoughts out of her head and looked at Alana. ”are you going to make it big?” she said, looking at her. She grinned. It’d be cool is Alana made it big. Sure they hadn’t known each other for very long, but Amelia felt sure that she’d be proud of Alana if she did. She watched as Alana cleaned up the mess. ”no stitches by the looks of things,” she said, chuckling. She leant against the tree behind them, the one that Alana had tripped over its roots. The wind ruffled her hair. Amelia saw several boys stop and stare her nearby and she looked at them, a smile playing on her face. She turned her glance back to Alana. ”yeah, no bones,” she said, pulling a face.

Amelia nodded. ”oh they’re horrible. they throw insults at you sometimes, to see how tough you actually are. but thankfully from my experience, i haven’t really..well succumbed to bursting into tears like others have,” she said, remembering one girl, Sally Valentina. She’d burst into tears and hadn’t returned to class for several days until yesterday. ”basically you need to get on their good side,” she explained, shrugging. Easily done with Amelia. She’d just fluttered her eyelashes and explained to her specific professor that she had strong links. And it was simple. ”oh open mic? wow, i think i'll come along. sounds like fun,” she said, smiling. ”oh no its fine. keep it for your professor. i can hear you tonight and see if you’re any good,” she said, grinning. She of course knew Alana would be good.

”modelling is fun when you get the hang of it, but some people are down-right bitchy that you just want to slap them sometimes. and since i was modelling since i was very young, people tended to try and put you down. if you’re thinking if it is anything like America’s Next Top Model, then it sometimes is. The arguments, the bitchiness. it isn’t hard, i think, but others might differ on that. you’re not that short,” she said, looking at Alana. Alana wasn’t that short. Amelia was only a bit taller than her, okay maybe about ten centimetres but that was hardly anything.

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