Childhood Dream Come True

Yesterday was very eventful and oh so tiring. Twas the first time I posed for the cover of a mag (nah, it's not a woman's mag). There were five other gurls too. We had to pose as part of a choir and at least act as if we were singing.

Would you believe that just the make-up took six hours! At first the make-up artists even suggested that some wear wigs. We all resolutely refused. But when we saw what one wig (long curly blonde hair) could do to a person, we all wanted to wear wigs! I can safely say that I was told that I didn't require one. (Ahem!)

The jargon the make-up artists used was interesting. From "Draw the eyebrows on her", to "Do the nose-cutting" and "Contour the cheekbones" and so on. Hmm. The shoot was fun. We had a ball of a time. Finally my dream to pose as a model had come true.

But good lord, the pancake make-up, smiling till it hurts, and becoming a mannequin is not as easy as I thought it would be.

We all had to starve till the shoot was done, lest the lipstick and all other goo came off. When we finished, it was evening. No wonder models look like they have come from some famine-struck area.