Victoria’s Secret fashion show was in full swing, designers hanging clothes, girls getting hair and makeup done, and managers talking to nervous beginners.

And you were in the middle of it all.

This isn’t just a show, it isn’t just another modeling job, it’s your first time walking the runway.

And it just so happens that your favorite artist is singing for tonights show. Colson Baker. The mgk, the same person who you listened to on the plane ride, same person who motivated you to not give up on your dreams.

You’re waiting to walk, maybe five people before you? Your assistant, Brooke, walked over, fixing your wing.

You were wearing a matching black lingerie set, your high heels have diamonds on the heel part, and you have medium sized wings for your debut.

“Okay, remember, you got this, just imagine it’s empty like when we practice the walk earlier,” Brooke spoke, still trying to fix whatever she could even if it didn’t need it.

“I know, Brooke, it’s just a show, I can do this,” you muttered, except it literally wasn’t just a show.

It was everything, your make-or-break moment, the moment that molded your whole career.

You saw your cue, a hand signal from the stage manager, and you started walking, not thinking, just putting on foot in front of the other.

Yours eyes glanced at Colson, singing “My Ex’s Best Friend”, which you also listened to while getting ready.

But the way he looked back at you is what caught your eye, he wasn’t looking at you like an object, or a piece of meat wearing lingerie, he looked at you like you mattered. And that’s what stuck.