| TAMPA BAY MODELING Born 
        Beautiful A 
        short story series about the adventures of a model By C. A. Passinault Episode 
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        4 of 6 DJ 
        Santana's Take 
        me away filled the warm air over the streetlight-lit causeway. 
        Wind ripped her hair and blasted her ears. Cameron was pushing her new 
        car along at a decent clip, her thoughts settling down from a long day. 
        She loved Tampa Bay at night. The Florida sky was clear, with a canvas 
        of stars shining clear and bright. The full moon rippled off the dark 
        water of the bay. The song always reminded her of this exact place and 
        time of the evening. She slipped on her wireless head set over her ear and turned it on. The 
        blue tooth transceiver synched up with the cell phone in her purse. She 
        tapped the button and spoke after a tone. "Ryan." The phone 
        automatically dialed his number. She really loved her toys. In the case 
        of her cell phone set up, it didn't come cheap, but at least she didn't 
        look like a dork talking with a wire hanging down to her waist from her 
        face like most people with so-called cheapo head sets. She looked like 
        a pretty dork talking to herself, period. It was bad-ass blue tooth, baby, 
        and it was the
 coolest of the cool things to have in 2004. Her friend Jenny was more 
        hung up with cell phones that had a camera built into them. Cameron was 
        less than impressed with camera phones, and considered them to be gimmicks. 
        The resolution sucked. Besides, lots of perverts liked the camera phones 
        and seemed to make a lot of phone calls in places like locker rooms. While 
        there were also perverts with expensive cameras who called themselves 
        modeling photographers, at least they had cameras that worked well, and 
        you could figure them out long before you were around their cameras. Cameron 
        had become a camera fanatic over the years, as through her career she 
        had been exposed to lots of expensive digital SLR's that cost thousands. 
        When a girl was used to professional cameras, a gimmicky cell phone camera 
        just didn't interest her. Jenny wasn't a pervert, but she was like a lot 
        of typical American consumers- easily impressed and manipulated by marketing.
 Hmmmmmm..... Cameron..... Camera...... it had to be a coincidence. She 
        smiled. Maybe she really was born into the business. Modeling was in her 
        genes, after all. Something about her career just felt more right than 
        everything else in her life right now, and she wasn't sure if that was 
        a good or a bad thing. The jury was still out.
 After a few rings Ryan's voice mail picked up. Damn.
 The voice mail message ended. His voice sounded stoned. She spoke again.
 "Hey, sweetheart, it's Cammy. I'm meeting Jenny and some friends 
        for dinner. Call me. If you have time, we can get together tonight. If 
        not, I'd love to stop by and see you later tonight. Kiss kiss."
 She tapped the button and disconnected. She hoped that her music didn't 
        drown out her message. Ryan and her really needed to talk. This was getting 
        ridiculous.
 The song transitioned to another dance mix, and she turned down the volume.
 She tapped her head set again.
 "Jenny Z."
 The phone barely rang.
 "We're already here, Cammy! Where the hell are you?"
 "Really? Five minutes from Rocky Point, almost back on the Tampa 
        side. Why are you already there? How...."
 "I am your best friend. What kind of stupid question is that? I just 
        know you. I figured that you'd be in the area in the next few hours."
 "Lucky guess." Cameron suggested. Sometimes, Jenny managed to 
        surprise her.
 "Get your pretty, nice model-ass over here. I got us a table, and 
        Jack just got here. Want us to order for you?"
 "Want to read the menu for me?"
 "Smart-ass. See you in a few."
 The rest of the night didn't nearly have the fast pace as the rest of 
        the day. Everything seemed to slow down. Sure, it was fun having dinner 
        with her friends Jenny and Jack. They talked and ate, and Cameron interjected 
        enough into the conversation so that that she made the couple feel like 
        she was into it. Jack was looking for a job. Nothing strange about that. 
        Cameron could relate, as modeling was like eternal unemployment full of 
        endless job interviews and one-day jobs that didn't last and were supposed 
        to lead to other jobs from other companies. Job security was a luxury 
        that models did not have and could not afford to have. If a model was 
        locked into a forty hour work week, the number of go-see's that they could 
        attend would drop, their schedule would be limited, and with that they 
        would be stuck in a rut with regular paychecks and, if they were lucky, 
        benefits and a 401K, but low pay. Everything had trade-offs, and the corporate 
        world that Jack existed in would drive her bonkers. Modeling required 
        discipline and the ability to budget money, and those attributes got Cameron 
        through the lean times. Of course, then there were taxes, which had to 
        be filed four times a year instead of just once; every career has its 
        drawbacks.
 Cameron looked at the lights of the Howard Franklin bridge far in the 
        distance. The moon seemed to dance on the water. It didn't tire like she 
        seemed to at the end of every day, and she was always inspired by the 
        view here. Too bad Ryan was AWOL again. She came to expect his absence.
 "Well, did you?"
 Jack's voice pulled her out of her trance.
 "Oh, excuse me?"
 "He asked you a question! Haven't you been listening?" Jenny 
        quipped with ten times the energy that Cameron possessed at that moment.
 "Did you get the job?" Jack asked.
 "Oh, I don't know. They told me that they would be in touch."
 Cameron was now in tune with her friends. Jenny sat there tight against 
        Jack, pretty as could be with her short blond hair and model-quality bone 
        structure. She was petite compared to Jack, and he towered above her. 
        Jack had sandy brown hair and a ripped physique that was apparent even 
        though a suit and tie. As opposite as their sizes were, they were the 
        perfect picture of a couple in love. Love. What in the hell was that? 
        God, if Jenny were taller than 5' 1'' and weighed more than 98 pounds, 
        she would make a great model. Jenny, though, was a dance instructor, and 
        Jack, well, was unemployed at the moment, but had worked in Insurance 
        call centers.
 "Ouch." Jenny winced.
 "What do you mean Ouch?" Jack asked, "I think she got it!"
 "In model-speak, 'We'll be in touch' usually means that they aren't 
        going to get it." Jenny explained, "Sorry, Cammy."
 "Well, no, I don't know if I booked it or not. The whole go-see was 
        weird. Maybe they meant what they said instead of what it would normally 
        mean."
 "Maybe." Jenny shrugged, "You do seem to make more than 
        I do."
 "I think that you got it, Cammy. You're beautiful. Why wouldn't you 
        get it?"
 Jenny ribbed Jack. "HEY!"
 "Maybe because I'm a bitch. I wish I could make things easier on 
        people. I wish I could make it simple for people to book me."
 "Why don't you tell me I'm beautiful, eh?" Jenny turned from 
        Jack and looked at Cameron, "You're not a bitch, Cammy. You are a 
        professional, and that professionalism earns you respect. If you went 
        into those auditions all wishy-washy and eager-to-please like the other 
        models, then it would be harder for them to consider you. All those jobs 
        that you get are proof! Maybe it actually is simpler to book you, but 
        you don't see it that way because you don't want to."
 "Those other models let the bookers give them their go-see leads. 
        The agencies deal with all of the nasty things that could happen."
 "You don't believe that, Cammy." Jack interrupted, "We've 
        known you too long. You make your own gigs happen, and you've been doing 
        it for a long time. You've made a believer out of me! As a matter of fact, 
        I was going to ask you to look over my resume and help me fix it. You're 
        better polishing resumes and writing cover letters than I'll ever be!"
 Cameron raised her eyebrows. "Thanks..... I think."
 They laughed.
 "I know that you don't doubt what you're doing, too. It must be something 
        else." Jenny looked over Cameron carefully, inquisitively. "What 
        is it? What's wrong?"
 "Nothing. Nothing at all." Cameron looked out the window again, 
        "Maybe I'm
 just tired."
 Maybe. Maybe Ryan wouldn't seem like such an asshole tomorrow. Maybe she'd 
        feel better after a good night of sleep.
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