She looked down at herself, approving of the soft white bathing suit that melded to her body, perfect, she whispered. "Ember , your going last of course, and we need you ready in 5! ASAP" Ember breathed very calmy, turning around looking at the small and unimportant waste of space. "Thank you, I'll be ready in 7! warn me AGAIN , and I will be ready in 10!" The little woman , looked as if she wanted to say something, she was obviously used to being in charge and listened too backstage. But, Ember wasn't some new aspiring and desperate model, she was the model, the only one remotely important in this event. "Your failure to move, when im obviously through with you, means you want death, right?" It was a rhetorical question, one Ember did not wait for the answer for, Pushing through the crowd of anorexic skinny and ugly models, she went back to her dressing Room. Her beautiful big green cat eyes shone in contrast to her long bright red tresses that hung past her shoulders. She looked beautiful, and she knew it, she was going to walk down that runway, and strut as she owned the place, then there was the press conference where she would smile beautifully and enchant them all. It was Simple, Easy, and she was made to do it. Her full pouty mouth turned up at the corners as she heard the chaos ensuing backstage. It was time for her to go on the runway, actually it was three minutes past. She pushed the door with huge force, sending it reeling back and off the hinges. She stifled a laugh as she saw that she sent the little b!tchy woman earlier across the room. Apparently , she hadn't learned when Ember said she didn't want any warning not even attempts at warnings. She slowly walked to the hidden entrance to the runway, the backstage got silent, they where all watching her, waiting to see her next move. Ember was as unpredictable as weather, in fact, someone had a better chance figuring out when lightning would strike, then they even coming remotely close to knowing her next move.
She took a deep breath, adrenaline coursing through her veins, she did a lot of things for reasons people couldn't understand, but mainly she did everything in her life for the rush. Exhaling, she took one long and graceful step …..onto the stage. Her face turned from one of annoyance and petty bickering to that of a beautiful fiery vixen. The smallest hint of a smirk played on her lips. She made contact with the eyes of different types of people, wannabes, sad and fat men, beautiful men, beautiful wome.. , her mouth turned up a little more, as if there where any beautiful women, other than her of course. She swiveled her hips in the perfect amount of movement to compliment her graceful, soft, yet forceful strut down the runway. Her arms moving in time perfectly, finally, she was half way down the stage. And in true Ember fashion, she lifted her arms above her head as she hit a beautiful and crisp pose at the end of the runway. She did a slow turn , her eyes and body movement saying simply, Look at this. Putting her arms down, she did w hat a model never does, she smiled a the crowd. Not a man eating, vixen smile, but a grateful and loving smile. They loved it! The flash of the camera's came at her like hungry spectators. Turning her body, she turned to do her exiting strut with power, as if to say, don't you dare forget this. Smiling, she stepped off the runway to backstage, but she wasn't done yet. GET OUT HERE, she yelled, as the designer came running. The best model always walked down the stage with the designer while he thanked the crowd, and of course she was the best model. Taking his hand, and practically crushing it she strutted down the runway again with him. Her face was lit up and shone with graciousness, she smiled and just as they hit the end of the runway she turned around, and scurried back down , giving her the appearance of the innocent girl she claimed to be.
Ten minuted later, she clad in a pear of old but still nice jeans, simple heels, and a tank top. She had the appearance of a regular girl, only with beauty, and money,and prestige, and power. Walking through the paparazzi she jumped in the back of her black tinted car. Immediately it went into motion. Her assistant who she called Dylan, like all her previous , assistants boy or girl, the name Dylan soothed her. “We need to get you to the studio, your going to be doing an interview via video, and then you have some parties that you can chose to arrive at, and tomorrow I have scheduled for you to have a day to yourself tomorrow” She looked him up and down making him squirm and nervous. Keeping her eyes on him, she poured herself a nice shot of vodka, flicking her finger she set the liquid on fire in her up, taking it down , she sighed and looked at him. VIA VIDEO!! WHAT THE F$%^ IS YOUR PROBLEM, LOOK AT THIS! LOOK AT THIS! She yelled at her assistant, you dont come by this everyday, you dont come by this EVER!!. Sneering at him she grabbed him by the collar, YOU WISH YOU COULD HAVE THIS, DONT YOU DYLAN!! “um ma'am...Ms.Ember i'm i'm GAY!” She let him go, looking at him loftily , “... wow I wasn't expecting that, WELL THEN YOU … pssh, I got nothing , she said giving up and taking down another shot. “Well Dylan, I like you, your made me loose my words, and well anyone who can get my schedule to give me a free day is invaluable. But I hate your tie, she burned it off his neck, scaring the sh!t out of him.
A couple of hours later , she was perfectly dressed, her hair curled around her face, her eyes bright, and her face perfect. She smiled into the camera that was projecting her to many of the TV's in New York. “Well, Ember tell me about you, we are all dying to know” said the overly perky talk show loser. Breathing she smiled, “Well Im just a simple village girl, I was the illegitimate child born to the Northern Water Tribes in Poles. But, I guess I was chosen for more,” she paused smiling and looking perfectly normal,” I ended up being able to practice all types of bending, which involves the four main elements, Earth , Fire,Air, and Water, I grew up very simply loving the village life and doing my best at what I could. Soon though, I wanted to see more and experience more, so I left the village life, and went out in the world to help people. To help all that I possibly could. As you all know, I never joined a team, but chose to float about helping as I could, and doing fill in's for some of The world's best teams. But, now im on a hiatus because I need some time for myself so I can be the best for everyone and help all that need help!” she clasped her hands for effect, as if to look wholesome and beautiful, she answered the rest of the questions “thank you for talking with us Emberly.. I mean Ember, pardon me” For a slight moment, Ember ticked , but just as fast she returned to the smiling innocent beauty. “No thank you, thank you everyone for believing in me and actually liking me, I love everyone” quickly she got up as the lady closed her show. “DYLAN , CALL THAT B!TCH WHO CALLS HERSELF A TALK SHOW HOST!” “Yes , Ma'am,” in less than 5 dylan was handing her the phone,.. “Yes, Ember..” but ember cut off the lady. “
LISTEN B1TCH, I SWEAR ON EVERYTHING I OWN, YOU WILL GET ON YOUR SHOW TOMORROW AND APOLOGIZE AGAIN FOR FORGETTING MY NAME, OR I WILL BURN MY F&CKING NAME IN YOUR FOREHEAD LIKE ITS A FREAKING ETCH-A SKETCH!” clicking the phone off, she got back into the car, her day was done.