You were a model, a very good one. It made you a celebrity to say nonetheless. Your good looks and stunning smile was priceless. Every company wanted you to model for them. You couldn't help but feel proud of what you've become over the years. You were a star.

You woke up in your mansion. It was bright morning with some steaming coffee by your side, your very loyal assistant, Stacy, always knew when you would wake up, feel hungry, or even be tired. She was the most trustworthy person and your best friend to say nonetheless. She attended you standing by your bed in a skirt just for you. She looked at you holding her clipboard and pen

"Morning boss, you have a meeting at 12 and a show at 6"