The Fashion Spot

We couldn’t understand what he was saying, but he wouldn’t let my mom pass till he was finished with his rant.

I’m 15, my mom is hysterical and we have no idea how to get back to the agency. Are we having fun yet?

Once we get back to the agency, and my mom recovers from her scare, an agent goes with us to the Metro.  She explains how to get a pass and shows us on a map how Paris is divided up into districts that fan out from the center of the city. The next few days, in an endless amount of castings for shows which have to be on a certain day in order for me to work, I am instructed not to mention my age, and not to lie if asked.

I was asked my age a lot…not a good sign.