The woman with glasses leaned forward. “Renee. Why did you come to LA?”
The clatter of Los Angeles was a distant hum through the reinforced glass of the Vanguard Modeling Agency. Renee Rose, known to her eighteen followers on Instagram as @LANewGirl.24.04.30, sat on a bench that had probably been sat on by someone who’d graced the cover of Vogue in 1997. The leather was cracked, but the legacy wasn’t. LANewGirl.24.04.30.Renee.Rose.Modeling.Audition...
She sat on the curb, letting the exhaust and the jasmine and the possibility wash over her. She was LANewGirl.24.04.30. But for the first time, she felt less like a username and more like a beginning. The woman with glasses leaned forward