RPOV

"Last name...M-A-R-T-I-N-E-Z. First name...Raven. I'm calling to set up an appointment for rapper Ty Blue," I huffed as I tried to cradle several files in my hands as I walked up to another building, the sound of the beeping cars becoming more distant. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when the hustle of the city was reduced to quiet. While I loved the city, I needed quiet once in a while.

"Yes, I want to make an appointment! No, no please don't-," I started before I heard the music playing through the phone. "...put me on hold. Damnit!"

My job was sometimes the most stressful job ever. People were rude and put me on hold and kept me waiting forever. Most times I had to set up appointments and meetings with some of the most stubborn people ever. Then, there are days like today where I have a million places to be in just a few hours.

I hit the elevator button with my elbow as I stuffed the files in my hand into my bag. I pressed my phone to my ear as I heard someone talking. "Hello? Yes, I'm still here, like I have been the past 15 minutes. Yeah I want to set up- no, don't put me on hold!" I heard some generic music playing again. I groaned and stepped off at the 6th floor. I looked to see the lobby set up for a photo shoot. I took a seat far away from the flashing cameras at a window.

"Madeline, please just give me something other than that pose!" I heard someone plead.

"Ugh! You are lucky that I'm even here! And these lights are too bright. I need a minute to refresh myself." I saw a blonde head prance off before I turned my attention to the window.

"She is a pain in the ass and I haven't gotten one good candid shot out of her in the past hour."

I sighed. Looks like wasn't the only one with a stressful job with stressful people. I took the clips out of my hair that kept it in an up-do. My dark hair spilled out in bouncy loose curls that I shook out a little. I looked out of the window just wanting to go home to my two favorite guys.

Then there was a flash that startled me. I looked up to see the photographer a few feet from me with a camera. "Um..."

"Sorry miss, but I didn't think I could get a shoot outta her and my boss'll fire me if I come empty handed."

"Oh... I guess it was okay."

"Thank you so much. Actually, you photograph well. Have you ever considered doing this?"

"Me? A model?"

"Well, yeah. You certainly look the part."

I gave a skeptical look. "I don't think so. I gotta go do my job. Good luck with that model," I said before I scurried off.

The next week...

"They're here!" Helen yelled as she entered the office. I gave her a questionable look.

"The magazine interview for Ty," she explained as she showed me the cover with Ty's mesmerizing face. I couldn't help but grin at the sight. She handed me one before passing it out to the others. I immediately flipped to the interview and started reading.

He talked about his rise to fame and the meaning behind his music. "My songs for my album will include meaningful songs about love."

"And who is the inspiration behind those songs?" The interviewer asked.

"My girlfriend, Raven. She is my first love and the most beautiful and kind person I've known." A smile was etched on my face as I read and read. I was startled to see Ty sprinting towards me.

"They're here?" He asked out of breath. I chuckled and handed my copy out to him. He read the interview before embracing me in a tight hug.

"Congratulations!" I said into his ear.

"I couldn't have done it without you," he replied.

He pulled away and shut the magazine and laid it face down. Then he gasped and grabbed it again looking at the back.

"What?" I questioned.

He looked between me and the back several times.

"What?" I asked more firmly.

"You modeled?" He asked.

I was completely taken aback.

"Of course not! Why would you ask that?"

He handed me the magazine and finally saw. It was a picture of me in that waiting room with my face glowing due to the sunlight spilling through the window and my dark hair cascading in curls. When that photographer took that picture, it never crossed my mind where it would end up.

"Oh my god," I muttered.

"Raven, it's fine. You look stunning."

"Oh my god, oh my god!" I said as I paced.

I felt his strong grip on my shoulders. "Raven, it's fine. I don't see the big deal is."

"Ms. Martinez?" I turned to see Mr. Flanagan motioning me to come into his office. I looked at Ty with a worried expression on my face. He gave me a supportive peck on the cheek before I took a deep breath and made my way over.

I walked into the my boss' office, my fingers wringing around my wrist. "Ms. Martinez, please take a seat." I obeyed and settled down with my lips pressed into a tight line.

"Ms. Martinez, I understand that Mr. Blue had a magazine interview."

"Umm... Yes it was weeks ago."

"...and I understand that you were a model in one of the ads."

"Technically, yes. You see, while I was getting more appointments set up for Ty, somebody just snapped a picture of me and I gave them permission to use it."

He leaned back in his chair, analyzing what I just told him. He pulled out a folder with my name on it. "I would like to offer you a new position."

I stared at him with confusion etched across my face. "What kind of proposition do you have in mind, Mr. Flanagan?"

"This building majors in two things: music and modeling/fashion. This company is starting a new brand of teen apparel and currently, we need fresh, unique, and young faces and bodies. And I think you'd have a better fit there."

I looked at him in astonishment. "Me? A model?"

"Yes. According to your file, you are just shy of 21 years of age. It also mentions you doing modeling in your earlier years, as well as dancing on Shake It Up! Chicago. I mean your face and look appeals to our demographic and this picture in the magazine proves that you have what it takes."

"Mr. Flanagan, with all due respect, that shot was candid. And I haven't modeled in over 5 years. And when I did model, it was local, this company is international."

"I know this might be startling to you, but I think you should really consider this offer. Please, think it over carefully, but I'll need a decision soon.

"I will, thank you for the offer," I answered before leaving the office.

Oh my god, what am I going to do.

Later...

"He offered you a modeling job?"

"Yes, but I haven't said yes." Ty had taken me to a small diner that was fairly close to our jobs. He loved going here because he could lay low and avoid media attention.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" He asked as he took a bite out of his slice of cheesecake.

I looked at him bewildered. "You think I should accept the offer?"

"Of course, it's not like you've never modeled before. Plus, how many guys get to say that their girlfriend is a smoking hot model?"

I glared at him before kicking his leg. "I'm serious, Ty."

"I'm serious, too, Rae. You'd be perfect for it and this might be your only chance to do it."

I bit my lip as I mixed my milkshake with my straw. "What if I'm really not good at it?"

"Rae, you have the chance to do something that most people dream of doing. Everyone tells you that you're 'model material'. They have to be right about it. The only person that is doubting you is you."

I sighed and digested his words. I enjoyed modeling as a teenager and child, but after Tyler was born, I guess I just thought that it would never be an option for me again. But, this opportunity might never come again...

"I guess I'll tell Mr. Flanagan that I'll accept his offer." Ty smiled and leaned back in his seat.

"Good. Now one my teenage fantasies has finally come true."

I raised my eyebrow at him. "Oh, really and what may that be?"

"To be a rap star and have a sexy supermodel girlfriend that is all over me." I rolled my eyes at him before kicking his leg again.