So the fashion week was in vogue sometime ago and these days it’s the Couture Week. Makes me wonder how much I’d have been earning if I were a top model by now. It’s a place where every male model aspires to be, but no one knows the way to get there. I had to Google the meaning of couture!
If that is not enough, most choreographers are not friendly. Some of them put you down, make you bite the dust and insult you at every instance. And this usually happens with newcomers.
I once did a show for a jewellery brand, showcased by a big designer, for no pay because they had exhausted their budget. When I showed up, there were these top models lounging about and I was like “Wow, seems like an interesting day ahead”. Never did I imagine that it would turn out to be a disaster.
Now I had heard that the choreographer for this show had a bad temper. But I had never worked with her before. While practicing, I took a few wrong steps, so I was shouted at on the mike, brutally, in front of everyone else. After it happened a couple of times more, I was shouted at even more, and by then I was really tense.
I can’t recall any other instance when I was so stressed throughout the day. I was removed from the last sequence because she said in front of everyone, “Do me a favour and don’t come for the last sequence.” I didn’t know what to do so I just stayed quiet, and, once in between, went up to the choreographer and apologised to her. Finally the show happened and, by the grace of John Abraham, I was spot on.
Now I wonder why I ever apologised to her! Because later that night, as an incentive, I got to flirt and dance with the two cute assistant designers, who proved to be the saving grace of the day. No money, definitely no respect and as you might have figured, I’m not there in any of the fashion weeks.
So, I will stop now. I’ve started a strenuous workout schedule and all my body parts are coming apart like pieces of Lego.
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