Dove
"Maybe I should be like Naomi Campbell," I beamed as I strotted over to Bucky who stood at the apex of the runway. He was seated on a chair with a can of cherry cola in his hand and a smile as he watched me. We had been going at it for hours and I thought the city would be quiet close to midnight, however it was still as busy as ever. Looking even more beautiful in the darkness.
Bucky was right, practicing alone produced a lot better results than walking in a room full of people. He had walked with me for me to get a pace of how it would be to have someone behind me and we practiced the intersection cross over and over again until I didn't hesitate anymore.
When we had a break I researched Bucky when he used to model for Mr Billie and Mr Michele when he was a teenager and I was intimidated. He looked like he was born to walk on a runway but I guesed with a face made by the gods and a body as well, I would be too if I was him.
