"I NEED SOMEONE TO HEAD TO THE BACK TO CHECK IN WITH OUR STYLISTS."
"Right away, Ms. Hill."
Elizabeth almost trips over the intern that rushes past her. That being said, she keeps herself calm. She hops to the top of a chair, presenting herself in front of a crew of people.
"Alright listen up everyone. As you know I'm leaving today before the show which means we don't have much time. The quicker you guys can get things done the easier it will be on you later."
Elizabeth glances around at the nodding faces. Her hair falling from her ponytail in pieces to the front of her face.
"I'm about to head back to check on our models. I need each and every one of you in assisting staff to make sure they're taken care of and prepped for makeup. Fashion stylists, they need to be dressed by-" She glances down at her watch, thinking for a split second.
"Let's say four o'clock. So let's get on it, we are running out of time. They must be on the runway by five no matter what. Thanks, everybody."
As Elizabeth steps down from the chair; her black flats tempt to slip around on the hardwood floor. Although she pulls herself together just like she managed to do each and every day of her life.
