you knew I'd fail :)
Model: You choose, no sitemodels.
Hometown: Barcelona, Spain.
21. Zooey is fun and nice, and has the closet every girl dreams of. With designer shoes, dresses, bags, and all that good stuff, Zooey usually brings her own items to accessorize the beautiful outfits she creates. She's one of the top designers here, and won't take anything less than that. In Spain she was a little more of a partier, but now that she's here she's going to use her colorful and funky style to the best of her abilities.
Hmm, I thought, tapping my chin while I looked through my newly stocked closet. What to wear?
Of course, anything would look fine on me. Everything makes me look hot.
i finally decided on a Louis Vuitton cardigan with a juicy tee and some Gucci skinnies.
"Lookin' good." The gay receptionist, Jeff in the lobby of my apartment told me with a wink. "Another date with Paul?" He asked me, putting on his über gay pouty face.
"What else?" I shrugged, fishing out my ringing phone.
"Your love, your love, your love, your love, IS MY DRUG!" It sang.
Hmm. Not a number that I recognized.
not a surprise. scouts have been trying to recruit me for modeling for more than two years.
"Hello?" I answered, bracing myself for a replay of the last phone call I got.
"Zooey Daprio?" a familiar german accented voice said on the other end.
"Yes?!" My eyes bugged out of my head, but I told them to calm down. It was Heidi alright. But she may just be calling me to say, "Sorry, maybe next season."
"Hello, this is Heidi Klum, I think you may remember me?"
Uhhh DUH! "Yeah, of course! Project Runway!"
"Well, congratulations. You're in the top eleven and have been chosen for the TV show."
I dropped the phone on the shiny linoleum floor of the building, making Jeff look up quickly. "Honey? Is there a problem?"
I gasped and leaned over quickly, picking up the now scratched phone.
"I'm sorry!" I apologized quickly. "I'm in shock!"
"I'm used to it," She admitted. "Well, I'll see you at the Plaza hotel on March 30th!"
"Okay, goodbye!" I shouted quickly.
"What's going on baby?" Jeff's lip jutted out.
"I'm on PROJECT RUNWAY!!!" I screamed.
He ran out from behind his desk, "Yes! I'm so proud of you Zo! I better be a muse." He said, suddenly becoming serious.
"Always. But I have to go eat with Paul, tell him the good news!" I threw my hands in the air, and rejoiced. "Yayyy!"
"Go, go, before my manager sees what I'm letting you do." He shooed me off but I couldn't complain, today was an AMAZING day!