. . . . It had been a VERY long day-- and as it was coming to a close. . . She managed to break a nail. Frustration mounted. And finally, an outburst. ❝Ugh. You CANNOT be serious!❞

❝Nothing-- At least not this time.❞ Feeling rather generous, a hand raised to flip a few strands of golden hair. Injuries for their kind could have dangerous results, after all. ❝I'd rather not see you get hurt. So I'll give you a trim for free.❞

A finger placed to her own chin, Gold City thought for a moment. . . ❝A good place to start would be to test your acting chops. You have confidence in spades; but can you look pensive? Uncertain? Usually the things we aren't are the most difficult to pull off.❞

❝I'm not saying you NEED to be someone else. You need to look the part for the camera--. If the photographer wants a darker composition to complement the outfit and vibe, you can't be all smiles. Wearing a stoic or reticent expression would be better. Thus 'acting'.❞

Blue orbs observed for a moment. . . ❝Not bad for a first attempt. But there is room for improvement; thats to be expected though. It isnt something one can master in a single day.❞

❝. . . .❞ Gold City had paused the moment before she was about to scream. Her attention turned to the trainer for a moment-- allowing the blonde to somewhat regain her composure. ❝Yeah, I'm fine. Just broke a nail is all-- and I JUST had them done too.❞

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[//; At this point I'm considering flipping/deactivating. It's been three years.

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❝. . . My head is killing me.❞

Eyes glued to the screen of her phone--. City absentmindedly twirled a few strands of golden hair with her finger. Lost in thought? Perhaps. But the sound of thunder pulled the model from her phone. ❝Wonderful.❞

Raining outside? Not a problem. She'll just paint her nails.

Casually flipping strands of golden hair. City looked good; she knew it as an indisputable fact. Everything from her outfit to her nails remained pristine.

A verbal click of her tongue--. Hand raising, flipping a few golden locks over her shoulder.