Patric stared thoughtfully at the young blond girl. Her suggestion seemed alright, if a little odd. Still, he couldn't help but ask her one more time.
"How much are they paying?" She sighed in frustration.
"Enough," she said, "but if you really want a sum, I'd say around $250 an hour. It's good pay. And you need the money Pat. You're not going to be able to afford collage otherwise."
"But I'm doing fine as it is Vanessa," Patric told the Hispanic girl.
"Off of other people's money. You can't keep living on your own. What about college? You can't afford that and living quarters."
"But why do you care so much?" Patric asked.
"Because I care. And I'm tired of you asking for money. Coming, you can't keep working at AMC for the rest of your life." Patric laid his head back on his recliner. He didn't think he needed any more money. He was fine living alone, emancipated from his parents. However, his friends all thought he needed to get his life straight before he died in his ghetto apartment. "It's a great opportunity. You get to model in front of girls, get some money, get a day off, and you're just over the age limit."
"By two months. And how do you know they'll be girls?"
"Well it's that or a gay guy."
Patric rolled his eyes. "I'm only doing this so you could stop pestering." Vanessa smiled and told him he wouldn't regret it.
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Patric stood in front of the building. He looked back down at the ad that Vanessa had given him.
"Reptiless Studios,
Models Wanted. No Experience Necessary. Excellent Pay.
Must be at least 17 years of age.
Call 678-565-0480 to schedule an appointment
Location: Reptiless Studios. 1815 Stoneivy Lane. San Fransisco, CA
Office Hours: Mon-Fri 7 AM-7 PM
Sat 7 AM-10 PM
Sun Closed"
He walked over to the building. He found it slightly odd that there would be a warehouse sitting on top of a hill in San Fransisco, but then again this was California. Anything could happen. He walked into the building. In contrast to the dark, semi-gloomy look of the exterior, the was bright and had oriental decorations. There was a calming feel about the place and a sweet aroma filled the air.
At the front desk a Asian teen was typing leisurely on a laptop. Patric walked over to the girl and rang the little bell that sat by a tiny bonzai tree. The girl looked up and smiled sweetly at him.
"Hello. Can I help you?" she asked.
"I'm Patric, I schedule an appointment."
"Ah yes, we talked on ta phone. I am Carly, Ms. Trenwall's assistant. Please fill this out and I will get to you after wards."
Carly handed Patric a clipboard with a two page file. He looked at it for a minute and had to question some of the things they asked.
Name:
Age:
DOB:
Sex:
Orientation:
Body Type:
Height:
Weight:
Occupation:
Relationship Status:
Family:
At the end of the second page was a release form that he signed without a second thought. Seriously, he didn't know what his body composition had to do with modeling, but seeing as he had never modeled before, he let it go. He began filling out the paper work.