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Once, after I worked with another photographer in New Jersey, for a shoot that involved a red leathery dress and heels, he referred me to a photographer in Miami. I emailed the Florida photographer my photos and we set up a shoot. I was to be flown to Miami from NYC and stay for the whole weekend. It was perfect and I wouldn’t even miss any school. Danny would just have to see me another time.

The job turned out to be with two photographers who would pay me $350 each plus food and accommodation. I didn’t tell anyone; after all, how would I explain this trip without being questioned? Besides, I felt powerful and professional. I was being flown across the country, all expenses paid, to the warmth of Florida when New York was about to be blown away by a winter storm.

At first it sounded like a dream job. I had never been to Miami before. I heard about girls traveling all over the U.S. modeling with agencies, but going on my own was more risky. I brushed away any fear. I knew this wasn’t a major print job or a music video with an agency. I was a business, even though there was no guarantee of getting paid and I hadn’t signed any contracts. Yet, as I waited to board the plane, it all felt normal. By dinnertime I would be in Miami.

I needed to tell someone, anyone, to boost my confidence and test how the trip would sound later when I told my friends about it. In reality, I wasn’t sure about anything. My deodorant had worn off and I smelled like shit as I sat next to this little old lady with a pretty sunflower pin attached to her neatly buttoned blouse. She was sipping some herbal tea. It smelled good.