DancingK8
20th Jun 2011, 10:29 PM
I will eventually be posting pictures from the game to accompany this once I figure out how to stage all of them (I know this technically involves sims, but I didn't want to post it in the sims story section because the rules said you needed to have pictures along with the story).
The basic plot is a model moving to a new city with some of her friends after they all received a really important job there. She's always been known for looking perfect on the outside, but still is trying to escape the memories of her childhood home where she was always seen as inadequate compared to her brother Thomas, and went through a strong rebellious phase that eventually left her dependent on him and his wife for a place to stay. She gets sort of an unpleasant surprise after moving away (I won't spoil it, in case you ever want to read it :P) that almost ends her career, but there's a happy ending and she sort of develops an understanding of her brother's way of life.
I've written the first 2 chapters. Don't be afraid to be harsh.
Chapter 1
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
I groaned and turned over. Was that actually my phone? At 3 in the morning? Whoever was on the other line was in for a most unpleasant greeting.
But I knew the number on the caller ID- my manager. My anger quickly dissipated and was replaced with uneasiness. I knew he’d be calling with news on whether I’d gotten booked or not. I decided against using the cocktail of profanity I had mentally prepared and tried to sound polite as I answered the call.
“Hello?”
“Megan, dahhlinng,” he slurred from the other end, “I’ve got the most exciting news for youuu!”
Exciting? As in, good? “Tobias, could it possibly have waited until the morning? Models need their beauty sleep, too.”
He let out a hearty chuckle- my grumpiness tended to amuse him. “Ohhh Megan, the pahty is just beginning in Milan! I wish I could have persuaded you to join us! But I absolutely couldn’t wait to tell you- I heard back from the fashion week people. They want you in Bridgeport for the fall season! You’re doing runway on the big week, and shooting print ads for promotion for a couple of months. It sounds absolutely fahhbulous, so I just accepted for you. Hope you don’t mind, dear.”
I almost leapt out of bed with joy. This highly coveted job had been all I could think of for months- I finally had gotten my big break! I struggled to control my tone to reply. “What if had wanted to think about it, Tobias? You can’t oursource me 8 hours away without at least asking first.”
He let out another loud, ringing laugh. “Oh, it’s managerial instinct, dahling. We both know how badly you wanted it. But there is a bit of a catch- you’ve got to stay in the modeling apartments. That means sharing.”
My ecstasy was quickly muted upon hearing this. I am definitely not a people-person. I especially always hated staying with other models for any significant length of time- it was like an extremely concentrated dosage of cattiness. The months ahead would be nothing short of hell.
“Do you know…who else was booked?” I asked after a brief pause.
“Hmm…cahn’t say that I do. Well, I’ve got to dash before all the good champagne is gone. Ta-ta!”
I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone back on my end table. Figures that as soon as I want to get something out of Tobias, he’s useless.
It feels like I had only fallen back asleep for a minute when the phone rang again. This time, I wasn’t going to be friendly.
“Who the crap is this, and why are you calling me?”
“Oh Megs, lighten up!” My annoyance was lessened only slightly when I realized it was Katrina, one of my best friends. There was a distinct sound of pounding bass in the background. “You’ll never guess who I’m here with!” She trilled.
“No, I guess I won’t.”
She laughed. “It’s Sebastian! Say hi, Seb, it’s Megan!”
“HEY, MEGS!” Sebastian shouted from a distance. “YOU’RE MISSING ALL THE FUN, WHY DIDN’T YOU COME TO MILAN WITH US?”
“Seb, some people have better things to do than party.”
“I DON’T BELIEVE THAT FOR A SECOND! YOU’VE NEVER TASTED CRAB CAKES LIKE THIS!”
“Well, we weren’t really calling about the crab cakes, Megan,” Katrina said, cutting Sebastian off. “I’ve-we’ve- got something to tell you!”
“No. Let me guess. You guys are engaged!” I said in a mock-excited voice. Sebastian was incredibly gorgeous, of course, but had a tendency of breaking some hearts when girls found out he played for the other team.
“Hardly! We are,” (dramatic pause) “booked in Bridgeport this fall with you! We’re all going to be in the same apartment!”
“Oh my god! That’s great!” I said sincerely. Living with Katrina and Sebastian would be fun- they were among the few people I knew who I could actually stand. “But, seriously, if anyone calls me again in the middle of the night, it’s not going to be pretty.”
“Fine,” she giggled, “go back to sleep. We’ll go room shopping when we get back!”
“BYE, MEGS!” Sebastian called, and Katrina hung up.
Even totally sleep-deprived, I had never felt this happy. A job in Bridgeport not only meant endless new career opportunities, it was a guaranteed escape from Sunset Valley. I would have put up with anything for that.
Chapter 2
I dove into packing the next morning, but then I remembered…my brother.
I supposed my perfect brother Thomas (and equally perfect wife, Susan) would worry if I suddenly abandoned my room in the house we all shared without telling them where I was going. I was used to going days at a time barely seeing them- modeling did keep me busy enough, though I occasionally was guilty of fabricating a job when work was slow.
It wasn’t like they were rude or cruel to me. They weren’t even nosey or interfering- I always could count on them to leave me alone when I needed the privacy. Thomas was my brother, after all, and Susan…was who he wanted.
They were both everything I wasn’t. Thomas, always the perfect older son, never seemed to be able to do anything wrong. My parents never even tried to hide their obvious preference for him. He got perfect grades, was the homecoming king and our school’s star quarterback, went to college, and became exactly what my parents wanted him to be. He plays golf, wears argyle sweaters, and is president of something at some big company. To make it worse, I was hopelessly dependant on him. The fashion industry doesn’t provide a steady income, and, well…let’s just say we weren’t exactly splitting the rent 50/50.
Susan, petite and blonde, was exactly what a teenage version of myself would have hated with a fierce passion. She, like Thomas, was perfectly content with life in the suburbs and loved her role as a doting housewife. And again, like Thomas, she was incredibly selfless and never said a word to me about our unfair living arrangement.
I despised their flawlessness. I was beautiful, of course, but never amounted to anything much, just like I knew they expected of me.
I’ll show them, I thought as I slammed more clothes into a suitcase. My time is coming.
The basic plot is a model moving to a new city with some of her friends after they all received a really important job there. She's always been known for looking perfect on the outside, but still is trying to escape the memories of her childhood home where she was always seen as inadequate compared to her brother Thomas, and went through a strong rebellious phase that eventually left her dependent on him and his wife for a place to stay. She gets sort of an unpleasant surprise after moving away (I won't spoil it, in case you ever want to read it :P) that almost ends her career, but there's a happy ending and she sort of develops an understanding of her brother's way of life.
I've written the first 2 chapters. Don't be afraid to be harsh.
Chapter 1
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
I groaned and turned over. Was that actually my phone? At 3 in the morning? Whoever was on the other line was in for a most unpleasant greeting.
But I knew the number on the caller ID- my manager. My anger quickly dissipated and was replaced with uneasiness. I knew he’d be calling with news on whether I’d gotten booked or not. I decided against using the cocktail of profanity I had mentally prepared and tried to sound polite as I answered the call.
“Hello?”
“Megan, dahhlinng,” he slurred from the other end, “I’ve got the most exciting news for youuu!”
Exciting? As in, good? “Tobias, could it possibly have waited until the morning? Models need their beauty sleep, too.”
He let out a hearty chuckle- my grumpiness tended to amuse him. “Ohhh Megan, the pahty is just beginning in Milan! I wish I could have persuaded you to join us! But I absolutely couldn’t wait to tell you- I heard back from the fashion week people. They want you in Bridgeport for the fall season! You’re doing runway on the big week, and shooting print ads for promotion for a couple of months. It sounds absolutely fahhbulous, so I just accepted for you. Hope you don’t mind, dear.”
I almost leapt out of bed with joy. This highly coveted job had been all I could think of for months- I finally had gotten my big break! I struggled to control my tone to reply. “What if had wanted to think about it, Tobias? You can’t oursource me 8 hours away without at least asking first.”
He let out another loud, ringing laugh. “Oh, it’s managerial instinct, dahling. We both know how badly you wanted it. But there is a bit of a catch- you’ve got to stay in the modeling apartments. That means sharing.”
My ecstasy was quickly muted upon hearing this. I am definitely not a people-person. I especially always hated staying with other models for any significant length of time- it was like an extremely concentrated dosage of cattiness. The months ahead would be nothing short of hell.
“Do you know…who else was booked?” I asked after a brief pause.
“Hmm…cahn’t say that I do. Well, I’ve got to dash before all the good champagne is gone. Ta-ta!”
I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone back on my end table. Figures that as soon as I want to get something out of Tobias, he’s useless.
It feels like I had only fallen back asleep for a minute when the phone rang again. This time, I wasn’t going to be friendly.
“Who the crap is this, and why are you calling me?”
“Oh Megs, lighten up!” My annoyance was lessened only slightly when I realized it was Katrina, one of my best friends. There was a distinct sound of pounding bass in the background. “You’ll never guess who I’m here with!” She trilled.
“No, I guess I won’t.”
She laughed. “It’s Sebastian! Say hi, Seb, it’s Megan!”
“HEY, MEGS!” Sebastian shouted from a distance. “YOU’RE MISSING ALL THE FUN, WHY DIDN’T YOU COME TO MILAN WITH US?”
“Seb, some people have better things to do than party.”
“I DON’T BELIEVE THAT FOR A SECOND! YOU’VE NEVER TASTED CRAB CAKES LIKE THIS!”
“Well, we weren’t really calling about the crab cakes, Megan,” Katrina said, cutting Sebastian off. “I’ve-we’ve- got something to tell you!”
“No. Let me guess. You guys are engaged!” I said in a mock-excited voice. Sebastian was incredibly gorgeous, of course, but had a tendency of breaking some hearts when girls found out he played for the other team.
“Hardly! We are,” (dramatic pause) “booked in Bridgeport this fall with you! We’re all going to be in the same apartment!”
“Oh my god! That’s great!” I said sincerely. Living with Katrina and Sebastian would be fun- they were among the few people I knew who I could actually stand. “But, seriously, if anyone calls me again in the middle of the night, it’s not going to be pretty.”
“Fine,” she giggled, “go back to sleep. We’ll go room shopping when we get back!”
“BYE, MEGS!” Sebastian called, and Katrina hung up.
Even totally sleep-deprived, I had never felt this happy. A job in Bridgeport not only meant endless new career opportunities, it was a guaranteed escape from Sunset Valley. I would have put up with anything for that.
Chapter 2
I dove into packing the next morning, but then I remembered…my brother.
I supposed my perfect brother Thomas (and equally perfect wife, Susan) would worry if I suddenly abandoned my room in the house we all shared without telling them where I was going. I was used to going days at a time barely seeing them- modeling did keep me busy enough, though I occasionally was guilty of fabricating a job when work was slow.
It wasn’t like they were rude or cruel to me. They weren’t even nosey or interfering- I always could count on them to leave me alone when I needed the privacy. Thomas was my brother, after all, and Susan…was who he wanted.
They were both everything I wasn’t. Thomas, always the perfect older son, never seemed to be able to do anything wrong. My parents never even tried to hide their obvious preference for him. He got perfect grades, was the homecoming king and our school’s star quarterback, went to college, and became exactly what my parents wanted him to be. He plays golf, wears argyle sweaters, and is president of something at some big company. To make it worse, I was hopelessly dependant on him. The fashion industry doesn’t provide a steady income, and, well…let’s just say we weren’t exactly splitting the rent 50/50.
Susan, petite and blonde, was exactly what a teenage version of myself would have hated with a fierce passion. She, like Thomas, was perfectly content with life in the suburbs and loved her role as a doting housewife. And again, like Thomas, she was incredibly selfless and never said a word to me about our unfair living arrangement.
I despised their flawlessness. I was beautiful, of course, but never amounted to anything much, just like I knew they expected of me.
I’ll show them, I thought as I slammed more clothes into a suitcase. My time is coming.