What Little Boobs I Have.

I auditioned for the Redken hairshow today. It was quite interesting, at first I arrived early (about a half hour early) and some lady told me to leave! So I left and roamed the building, found a Starbucks ♥ I came back at the starting time and there was about 30 people there! BLAH. So I had to wait with everyone, all the models... were models! I immediately got discouraged because I was in a room full of tall (they were in high heels though) and thin models. I looked at myself... uh.. average and short. Some of these girls though, honestly even though they had the body. Their faces were CAKED--I mean you could tell that it was packed on and I couldn't help but wonder what was really under all that powder. Of course there were a few that tried to give intimidating looks. Common, your shit doesn't scare me. I fill out the application, then these girls pull out these pictures (comp cards). *What? I wasn't aware that we were suppose to bring pictures! FUCK D:* We go in line and get our pictures taken, models handed in their 'comp cards' with their application. So after the pictures, everyone gets interviewed one at a time and of course all the others are waiting. So I have about 10ish people ahead of me, conversed with the girl next to me. Spacing out for a second this guy sits down next to me (he actually spoke to me earlier before the audition, just asked if it was the line for it and then left), looks at me, smiles and says hi. "hi o_O" < me
It's hard to describe what happened, but he was just being really weird, I turned to my new friend and made this expression "O___O" also known as 'OMG HELP ME.' But at the time she didn't know why I looked at her like that.
All three of us talked about ourselves, what our occupation is, the location we reside in etc. Randomly he asks "Does your necklace say O-M-C?"
'No.. it say O-M-G like Oh My God! :)'
"OHHH... You're very sparkly there..." he's staring at my chest. KAY LET'S NOT STARE AT THE LITTLE BOOBS THAT I HAVE. They're there but there's not much there and I would still appreciate it if you didn't stare. -_-
My new friend tried to release the tension by pointing towards my shoes "Oh yes you are very sparkly! Your Puma shoes caught my attention! :)"
He then asks me what my background is. He assume Filipino. DAMMIT WHAT THE HELL! I'M NOT FILIPINO! I don't know how many time I have to say this! ARGH.
~My turn to be interviewed. I have to enter in my name, model agency, home phone and cell phone. Model agency?... What model agency? I look at the entries before me. ALL Sutherland Model. Wow... So I had to turn to the lady interviewing me
"Um.. So... Here's the thing, I'm not WITH a model agency.. I'm just here, this girl on facebook told me about it and yeah."
Basically. I told her they can do anything to my hair. I've done bold colors such as red, orange, blue, green and want to do silver but afraid it would turn gray! So she told me that it's great that I'm flexible with the styles but the only issue is my height. WHY MUST I BE SO SHORT! FUCK MY HEIGHT :( So I got a call back. She told me to come back a month from now IN HEELS. That's when the stylists will choose their models. Hopefully I'll be selected! Wish me luck guys!
Oh and about that model guy, when I left I hugged my new friend and him goodbye but only gave HER my facebook name ;P