Emma loses a modeling assignment—to Katie!—in the latest addition to the Cupcake Diaries series.
When Emma goes on an audition for a new modeling job, Katie tags along to keep her company. But as it turns out, everyone wants Katie to model instead of Emma! At first Emma is happy for her friend. Soon though, she realizes sharing the spotlight isn’t much fun, even if it is with your BFF! Will the Cupcake girls continue to bicker amongst themselves or will they finally realize there’s just one person you need to please—yourself?
About the Author
From cupcakes to ice cream! Having written over thirty books about middle school girls and cupcakes, Coco Simon decided it was time for a change; so she’s switched her focus from cupcakes to her second favorite sweet treat: ice cream! When she’s not daydreaming about yummy snacks, Coco edits children’s books and has written close to one hundred books for children, tweens, and young adults, which is a lot less than the number of cupcakes and ice cream cones she’s eaten. She is the author of the Cupcake Diaries and the Sprinkle Sundays series.
Read an Excerpt
Emma Catwalks and Cupcakes!
Yay! It’s summer! And bummer! It’s summer! I thought as my alarm chimed this morning at six thirty. It’s always fun when the seasons change and I have a break from the regular school schedule, but summer also means more work for me. It still feels weird to say it, but it’s really true: I’m a model.
Yup, me—good old Emma Taylor.
What started out as a small, occasional job at our local bridal store turned into a pretty good moneymaker for me and my family, so during the past year, I’ve gotten together a portfolio of professional photos of me in all different looks and styles (hair up, hair down, happy, dreamy, silly—you name it), and now I send out my one-sheet (usually an e-mail—with a few of my best photos, and my statistics: height, weight, hair and eye colors, skills, and contact information) and go on go-sees, which are like tryouts for models.
During the school year, I fit my modeling around my real life: school and sports and my best friends—Alexis Becker, Katie Brown, and Mia Vélaz-Cruz, plus our cupcake baking business, the Cupcake Club. But now that school was out for the summer, I’d be using all my free time to land modeling jobs and go on shoots.
My parents let me make all the decisions about it. Any job that I’m offered is mine to accept or decline. They think modeling is kind of weird, but they also like how the money I earn fattens my college fund. My mom had reluctantly fallen into the role of manager for my career (in addition to her job at the library), while my dad and sometimes my older brother, Sam, take me to jobs both near and far away.
Today was my first real day of summer vacation (yay!), but I had to head into the city for a go-see. My besties would be hanging out without me (bummer!), and I would not have a moment to relax.
The day started with an early alarm. Then I had to shower, clean my skin really well, double wash and condition my hair, take my vitamins, moisturize, and dry my straight blond hair perfectly, with just a little bit of a flip at the ends.
I do not usually wear makeup, but sometimes I use a lip shine and maybe a little bit of gel to hold my eyebrows in place. My mom is really uptight about me getting too into my looks, so she always checks my face to make sure I’m not wearing makeup. She thinks it’s unhealthy for kids to have too many chemicals on their bodies (everything she buys for me to use is organic), and she also thinks I’m too young to wear makeup every day.
After I was all squeaky clean and fresh, I picked out my outfit according to what the memo was on the job I was going for. Today they were looking for girls for a winter coat ad (yes, it is June), and they wanted a wholesome and fresh look. Wholesome and fresh is my specialty! So I chose a plain, pale pink polo shirt; a new pair of dark blue jeans I’d been saving for a special occasion; and a pair of unscuffed pink sneakers with small white ped socks. I put a little pink clip in my hair to the side.
Downstairs, my mom was getting breakfast ready. She had the day off from the library, so she had time to drive me into the city.
“Hi, honey,” she said. “And happy first day of summer!” She turned from the stove with a plate of scrambled eggs and buttered toast for me, plus a glass of my favorite juice: nectarine! Everything looked delicious.
“Thanks, Mama,” I said, calling her my private, babyish name for her.
“I’m so impressed by how you get yourself up and get ready without any nudging from me,” my mom said, crossing her arms and leaning back against the counter to study me. “When I was your age, I was so disorganized.”
“Well, I like everything I do. I mean, I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t like it.” I shrugged and then dug into my breakfast. As I was chewing, my phone pinged and I checked it. It was a text from Katie.
What’s up, sister? Big plans for today? Let’s celebrate summer together!
I sighed and put the phone down. Then I took another bite of toast and looked out the window. It was going to be a gorgeous June day. The perfect day to go to the lake, or to the town pool, or even to the mall with my friends. I felt a tiny bit sorry for myself for a second, but then I shook my head to clear it. Booking this go-see was my choice, and if I got this job, I’d make a really good amount of money from it, like a quarter of a year’s college tuition.
My mom was watching me, though. “What’s the text?” she asked lightly. I could tell she didn’t want to pry, but my facial expression must’ve given away my feelings. I sighed.
“It was Katie asking if I wanted to hang out and celebrate summer today. But that’s okay. I can catch up with those guys later, anyway.”
My mom nodded, studying me. Then she said, “Hey! Why don’t you ask Katie to join us? I could take you girls for a quick lunch in the city, and we could stop by that cupcake place downtown that you’ve been wanting to check out.”
I sat up straight in my chair, grinning. “Really? That would be so cool!”
Again, my mom nodded. “Sure! Ask her. And tell her that her mom can call me if she wants details, but we’ll be home by four at the latest.”
“Thanks, Mama!” My fingers flew over my phone’s keyboard as I texted Katie back. I put the phone down, crossed my fingers and waved them at my mom, and then finished eating.
My phone pinged again, and I checked it.
Awesome! I’m in! What time should I be ready?
“Yahoo!” I cheered. My mom and I organized the details, and soon we were off.
• • •
At Katie’s, she was standing outside on the sidewalk waiting for us.
“Wow, Emma!” Katie said as she closed the door of the minivan. “You look amazing! Like a real model!”
I laughed. “I guess I kind of am a real model now,” I said.
Katie shook her head admiringly. “Your hair’s all sleek and shiny, and your clothes are perfect, and your skin looks all dewy and fresh. I’d hire you if I were in charge, that’s for sure!” She giggled. “I look like a mess next to you!”
I sized up Katie’s bedhead and ripped jeans. She had on purple flip-flops and one of our old promotional cupcake T-shirts that was stained with what may have been strawberry extract.
“You look like you!” I said, squeezing her arm. “Adorable!”
Katie is naturally pretty, with wavy brown hair and friendly brown eyes. Her skin is fair, and she has a cute smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. If I were casting the role of “best friend” in a television show, I would pick her. Her fashion sense isn’t the greatest, but she has other passions, and that’s why I love her!
Katie looked down at my sneakers. “How do you keep everything so neat and perfect-looking all the time? If I even see chocolate, it stains me.”
I had to laugh. It was true what she said. She was always a bit messy, and I am pretty careful when it comes to my clothes. I’m not prissy, but I take care of my things—probably because I know that it’s hard to earn the money to pay for stuff, and also because I do need to look good to get jobs.
“Well, my jeans are new. I’ve been saving them for a special occasion. And the sneakers—I just wipe them down after I wear them. I have this little sneaker brush that I use. Also, I don’t really wear them to the park or anything. These are definitely ‘city sneakers.’?”
“Wow,” Katie marveled. “You have a lot of self-control.”
“Not around cupcakes, though!” I laughed.
My mom interjected, “Speaking of which, what are Mia and Alexis up to today?”
Katie smiled. “Alexis starts her new job today. It’s not really a job, though. It’s part of a summer project at the town pool for Future Business Leaders of America, where she is learning about different opportunities in the food service industry.”
“Wow, good for her!” said my mom.
Alexis is super career-minded. She’s probably my actual best friend, because we’ve been close since we were toddlers, and our families are good friends. Katie and Mia are newer friends, and even though we’re superclose, it’s not like it is with Alexis and me. We can just read each other’s minds. Sometimes that can be annoying, but mostly it’s great.
“Yup. She says she wants to get a crash course in the food service industry, so she can decide if that’s the area she wants to work in when she grows up. And Mia is taking a fashion design course at the community college and visiting fashion companies in the city for one day every other week,” I said.
“Wonderful! And, Katie, sweetheart, what are you doing this summer?” she asked.
“Me? Oh. Not much. A cooking class at the high school for three weeks, then maybe day camp?” She winced. Day camp is a little babyish in theory, although the camp we all went to last year was awesome. It’s just that the rest of us aren’t going this summer.
“Fun!” Mom said.
Thinking about my friends’ summers, I had mixed feelings.
I had to say I envied Alexis her very summery job. She would be at the pool and outdoors a lot. There would be tons of kids around all day, and maybe some cute boys. She was working in an industry that interested her. It was all good.
Mia was following her dream of becoming a fashion designer.
And Katie . . . Well, Katie was keeping it casual, which was also cool.
I’d be pretty busy, working a lot, in and out of the city. It was hard and a little lonely, and definitely not that summery!
“Mom, by the way, what’s the deal with shooting winter coats in June?”
My mom laughed and looked at me in the rearview mirror. “I cannot pretend to understand the fashion industry, my dear. All I know is they have very long lead times for magazines, which means they need photos months in advance. The online ads go up much faster, though.”
Katie looked at me, her eyes wide. “Wait, you’re going to be putting on winter coats today?”
I had to giggle at the look on her face. “Yeah. Crazy, right?” I shrugged.
“And you have to pretend like you’re not sweltering in them?”
I nodded. “Modeling can be a little like acting sometimes.”
My mom chimed in. “A lot of the time when you’re looking at a model on the beach, all bundled up, it’s actually July and eighty-five degrees—in the shade!”
“That’s nuts!” Katie laughed. “No wonder they pay you the big bucks!”
• • •
Soon, we reached the city, and my mom dropped us off outside the studio building.
“I’m going to look for parking. If you don’t see me up there, just call me when you’re finished, and I’ll come with the car, and we’ll drive to lunch, okay?”
I knew the drill, so I wasn’t nervous to go on my own without her. “Thanks. No problem,” I agreed. I gathered my portfolio and took one last peek in the side mirror, and then we headed in.
This is the part where I always start to get a little anxious. Katie and I got into the elevator with two other girls and their moms. The moms smiled stiffly at me (I guess we’re all in competition), but the girls didn’t smile at all. They just flicked their eyes up and down over me and Katie, quickly sizing us up.
When the elevator doors opened with a ping, Katie and I followed the quick-stepping moms and their little models to a central desk in a massive waiting area. I kept my eyes trained on the receptionist because if I start looking at everyone else, I get really nervous.
The competition at these things is always really, really impressive, but I’ve learned to stay inside my own head and not worry about other people. Just because there are some really beautiful girls at a go-see, it doesn’t mean they’ll get the job over me. The advertisers usually have a look in mind, and it’s not always about who’s the prettiest or tallest or whatever.
When we got to the front of the line, the receptionist gave me a clipboard, and I signed in. Then I said, “Would it be okay if my friend Katie joins me when I’m called? She’s just an observer, but I thought it would be fun for her to see what goes on at an audition.”
“Sure, honey. No problem. Just explain to the folks inside and make sure she stays off to the side so she doesn’t distract anyone, okay?”
“Thanks. Will do,” I agreed.
Katie and I looked for a place to sit and wound up standing by the door, almost in the hall. I knew it would take a while though, so we slid down the wall to sit and wait.
Katie giggled. “Emma, all these girls look just like you!”
I dared to take a quick survey and then turned back to her. “Not really. They have different hair colors and outfits, and some are taller. . . .”
Katie waved her hand impatiently. “No, but they’re all superpretty and clean and neat and kind of sporty-looking, like you.”
“Oh. Yeah.” I had to agree. “That was the brief—the memo they put out on what they were looking for: sporty, fresh, clean, and casual. That’s why everyone looks the same.”
“Huh,” said Katie, grinning as she continued to stare at everyone.
“Stop staring,” I whispered.
It was fun having her there to lighten things up and remind me how crazy this all is. Despite everything I say about not caring about modeling and whatever, I kind of do. I mean, I always want to get picked, and I do get bummed when I don’t make the cut.
“Emma Taylor?” someone called, and I popped up and smoothed my hair.
Katie popped up too.
“Let’s do this!” I said, holding up my hand for a high five.
“We’re going to kill it in there!” she said, smacking my palm enthusiastically.
Little did I know how true it would be when she said “we.”