Model-To-Be In Distress

*Thursday, 26th June 2008*

The lift opened and I slowly walk out of it. The evening sun was shining brightly. As I approached the stairs, a silhouette of a human body, a guy (no evidence of boobs) I presumed, walked by and stopped at the directory.

Model-To-Be: Hello. Sorry there but do you know where is this place located at?

He's a mixed (I think so, maybe Indian-Muslim), around 26-27 years old with stubbles, wearing a pair of checker short pants (above knee level) and carrying a big "semi man-bag" (you know, those resembles a woman shopping bag?)

Definitely gay, I said to myself.

I looked at the name card he shoved to my face. Don't quite remember the name of the studio but yes, it's somewhere nearby my office area.

Hyperion: Have you checked the other side of the block? *point to the left*


Model-To-Be: I did... *swing his hands in a diva-ish style* I have been searching for it for about 20 minutes!

*My gaydar suddenly pinged.

Hyperion: Em... card says Block A. This is Block A. Why don't you call the person?

Model-To-Be: I tried but he didn't answer my call... *flip the phone*

Hyperion: Okay... if you can't find it in this block, then maybe it's at the block behind. Maybe you can go and check it.

Model-To-Be: Yeah, I think so too. Thank you, anyway.

.......

Maybe I should go for audition too. I'm sure I can walk much better. :p