》Modeling Agency

@Dove Cameron Sofia reminded herself to take deep breathes, as to easy her nerves while brushes got dangerously close to her eyes and she clenched her jaw repeatedly to hold herself in place without flinching or throwing a fit. Thankfully, the dark makeup was over in a couple minutes, as well as the feline's in her hair, and she was left alone (officiall...well at least Sofia prayed that was the end of it). The lantina girl sighed softly under her breathe and looked down and her frenchie nails, playing with them in her ansty state, until she felt a presence next to her, and looked up to find a gorgeous, blonde model smiling toward her.
Sofia opened to respond, but quickly cut off her breathe, remembering that she needed no drama or discrimination right before a job was about to ensue, so she closed her glossed lips, and simply gave the women a smile and wave, not sure what to do, but trying to ask with her eyes how the other was doing.

@Sofia Carson Dove hummed softly as she walked into the shoot. She was dressed now. In a dress that almost perfectly resembled the other girl's... Only hers was silver instead of gold. She hummed as they curled her bleach blonde hair, humming softly. She was used to getting her head yanked around and poked with makeup brushes. She just sat there quietly and let it happen.
Her head turned towards the other girl and she smiled as she watched her being styled. The poor girl... This takes getting used to and Dove knows it. Once they finished with Dove she walked over to to girl and smiled. "Hey..." She said softly.

@Dove Cameron This was it. My first shoot at a official modeling company. I defiantly wasn't tall, but the groupie who assured me I had "the right face and figure" kindly helped me send in a profile so that I could make a bit more money. The perks of being a mixed kid with light skin- I could pull of the white look, I just had to keep my mouth shut unless it was absolutely necessary, and then when the emergency rolls around, speak with a hazily of a tone as possible so the photographers would not know my truth.
Standing in a flowing, wavey golden dress with no sleeves and a deep V, I sat in a chair while two lady's worked on controlling my raven black hair that was more an ocean than a mane. They pulled roughly at times on my scalp, and it took every fiber in my not to tear up or speak in my native tongue (some not nice words, to say the least...) My hands figited as I was nervous for wearing something so showy, and I tried to breathe in my chair, alone with my thoughts...and two women yanking my brains out.