I was an 18 year old girl, only in this country for three weeks. I was modeling because it was the only work I could get, and it paid in cash. Perfect.
I got a job to be on an album cover for a band.. My father didn't want me to do it- didn't want me involved with musicians.
But I told him, this was for a good band. I was going to wear a pretty dress. And besides, this shoot was with the photographer, not the band.
He was worried about photographer, and I kept telling him, "Don't worry, this man is a professional."
At the shoot were lots of people. Klaus of course. Makeup artist, stylist, director. So many people- Klaus barely even talked to me.
During the shoot, they told me this is what the album would look like. They said I would be famous. I sent a picture to my family, and said, "See- nothing to worry about."