Still on a spot, not moving at all and a little bit unsure to do. My feet were on the dry sand with nervousness. The dancers had already begun to parade, moving to the beat. It was not until I heard,

“Cut!” that I came to my senses.

I wiped the little sweat that was threatening to ruin my makeup. I could have sworn, everything froze that moment.

“Miss Nikki, do you need something?” The director asked. I had expected to be shouted and yelled on, just like the first day at Pink Moda. But it was when I realized things were different now, I cheekily smiled. A celebrity model...