This weekend I had to go with my father to this studio in the mall because he had to take these pictures for this project he did in his company. Oh well, and guess who was going to be in the picture?? Me! Actually, my hand in a glove holding a test tube would be in the picture, but that’s still me right? We went to Shopping Dom. Pedro, which I hate because no prejudice or anything everyone who’s there is the type of person you could fine in a federal prison or something. I’m sorry if you’re reading this and you go to Dom. Pedro, I didn’t mean to offend you. When we got there only the parking lot was already full. I have this thing that I hate humans in large quantity. Especially if they’re doing different tasks, which make them disorganized humans. When we got in the mall there was this mass of people going in different flows. I could feel my breathing getting harder, my body was trying to find some oxygen that might have left for me. My dad was rushing through the crowd, he just left me behind! I was wearing high heels and had to concentrate on not slipping. Not only that but also hold close to my purse because I was so frikin’ scared of the weird people around me. We went into the picture place and my dad talked to the lady that would take the pictures. While we waited for her to get ready I noticed there was this station inside the store that was selling tickets for this rodeo that is happening next weekend and the next in Jaguariuna. Okay, no prejudice again, but SOCIAL SUICIDE! If people actually went there to see the rodeo, okay, cause that sounds fun. But they actually go there to listen to bad Brazilian country music. Trust me, country music here is not even close to what country music is out there. I took a glance at the people in line for the ticket, only by seeing the 6 of them I already got scared. The guys looked like someone who could easily be charged for rape or vandalism. And the girls could easily be mistaken for bad quality hookers or just wannabes that came from a far a way city and that would do just anything to get famous. That resumes to: awful clothes, disgusting hair, teeth in bad conditions (if any teeth at all) and even worse manners.
The picture woman got back and took us upstairs to this room: “Studio”. From the outside it looked like a place where they might be filming some type of horror movie, there was all these costumes for babies, but not cute costumes. Costumes that was torn apart and dirty. When we got inside it was pretty decent. I put the gloves on and got the test tube with money inside. I had to hold my arm in the air for like ages (okay it was like 10 minutes) but have you ever tried to hold your arm still in the air while someone was taking a picture of your hand? Seriously, your arm starts shaking AND hurting. Not best position. Then, the woman started saying: Do this! Do that! Hold like this! bla bla bla. I almost said: So come do it bitch! But since I’m a very well mannered little girl I just gave her the I-can’t-stand-you-for-one-more-second smile. Beyond that everything was okay. Plus I have a petit gateau while I waited for the picture to get ready. It was all worth it, and my hand will be famous because it’s the logo for my dad’s company new project! WAY TO GO!! haha At least a part of me (literally) is already being a famous model.
