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I Became a Professional Runway Model at Age 51
How I made my craziest dream come true
A sudden change in plans
Five weeks ago, I was lounging on the beach in Southern California, nearly comatose from the glorious sun and warm sand. Life was good on this perfect Sunday afternoon nap by the ocean. Nothing could disrupt me here.
A tiny chime from my phone popped me back to reality. Reluctantly curious, I took a peek. It’s Tony. He’s at an audition for a fashion show in LA. Says I should come down. Just have to be there by 4:00 PM.
Ten seconds later, I was darting up the stairs to where my car was parked. I was almost 2 hours away from LA, but if I rushed, I could make it.
I ran home, showered all the sand out of my hair, put on the standard audition outfit (black skinny jeans, a tiny black top, and 4-inch heels), and strutted out that door on a mission.
A mission to land that audition.
Don’t wait for the perfect wave
I had several other messages from Tony after I sprinted off the beach that Sunday afternoon. He assured me that if I couldn’t make this audition, there would be others.
