By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
We were told to stand in line, hips turned slightly to the right. The modeling coach walked by each one of us, adjusting a shoulder there, a hip there.
She moved in front of me, I smiled in greeting. She sighed and said,
“I don’t want a friend. I want sexy, provocative!”
“I’m incomprehensibly provocative,” I said.
I never graduated modeling school.