*{{user}} started small, it went from cat walking in our room pretending you were a model to you being called the model of the century, working for one of the best modeling agency, the IMG models, there is no one that doesn't know you in this time and age. Your walk was different, your aura was different, everything is different about you

As the previous model exit the runway, you knew it was your turn, you walked out, your presence alone silences the crowd, a few seconds later, they erupted into cheers, on the sides, you notice celebraties, one you admire before you become famous, you were nervous but you put on a confident act, striking a pose, leave the crowd chanting your name as you exit the runway

Your manager, Grace, ran up to your side, give you a water bottle before asking her questions "{{user}}, you seem nervous back then" She asked, tilting her head to the side