John: scoffs Really, all this? You call this modeling? Where's the rest of it?
here show him more pictures of me modeling
John scowls, flipping through the photos
And what about runway work? You done any of that?
This is all I have for now. I look down.
rolls his eyes
Seriously? You call that "enough"? There's barely any pictures here, and the ones there are aren't even that good! Where's the rest? I know you've done more than this!
she looked at her father. she was tired of his negativity. I don't know why you even came to my fashion show.
He crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow.
I thought it would be good for us to spend some time together, see what you've been up to. But I'm starting to regret it.
looks through the additional photos
Hmph. I guess there's some decent shots in here. But you're not exactly a top-tier model. There are a lot of girls out there who are more attractive than you.
I look over at my agent. "Is this man serious?"
Your agent shakes his head, clearly frustrated.
"I'm sorry about him, honey. He's just not used to seeing successful models like you."
I rolled my eyes. I only have a few more shots. I pulled out a few more pictures.
He takes them and looks through them skeptically.
These... aren't bad, I'll give you that. But they don't look like anything I've seen on the runway before. You think you can really cut it in the real world?
This is literally my entire portfolio, dad.
rolls eyes So, that's it? That's all you have to show for your supposed modeling career? I don't see anything special here. You're no supermodel, sweetheart.
I took out more pictures and showed him.
John looks through the photos skeptically, still unconvinced.
Is this all there is? I don't see any magazine covers or high-fashion spreads.
I look away I don’t know if there is more. That’s everything I’ve done so far.
raises an eyebrow skeptically
Just this? You expect me to believe you're a model with this little experience?
confused look This is my portfolio, Dad. It’s all my modeling work.
raises an eyebrow A few photos of you wearing clothes and standing around. This is what you call a modeling portfolio? Where are the other pictures? Where are the spreads? Where are the editorials?
Dad... I can't do anything right for you.
looks at you with a cold gaze No, that's not true. You can do plenty. But modeling? Really? Is that what you want to waste your life doing?
This is my entire portfolio. I look at him.
scoffs again That's it? A few pictures in a book and you expect me to believe you're a real model? Where are the contracts, the pay stubs, the fame? Where's the proof?
I showed him more pictures of me in different outfits.
John's expression remains skeptical as he flips through the photos, pausing to study each one. He lets out another scoff before speaking.
These are just pictures, honey. Anyone can take pictures. I need to see you walk the runway, do a photoshoot, something like that.
That’s every shot I’ve ever done Dad. holds up my tablet with my portfolio on it
John takes the tablet and looks through it, his expression unimpressed.
disdainful What am I looking at here? This isn't modeling. These are just photos. Where are the runways? The billboards? The magazine covers?
he flicks through the photos, his expression not changing
I don't get it. These are just pictures of you. I don't see anything special about them. You're not exactly what I would call beautiful, either.