Unkept Secrets

Modelling Show - Chapter 3

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Hello once again :D Hope you're all enjoying the story so far, I decided to post this chapter because I had nothing else to do because all my friends are out partying or sleeping....pfft who needs sleep when you could be up all night writing ^_^ 

Annnnyyywaaaays this chapter is going to be in the same day as Michael’s but in Dwayne's POV because I wanted to leave a bit of cliff-hanger at whose arm it could be wrapped around Michael ;) Enjoy xx

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I look at the clock as it strikes 10:30am and decide to have shower and get going to the modelling show. I carry the clothes Michael threw me into the bathroom and place them on the counter as I turn on the warm water and begin to undress. I only have a quick shower before grabbing my set of keys and going down the stairs and catching a cab to Times Square. As we pulled up I was welcomed to an absolute sea of whiteness with the stage decked out in white and basically everywhere I look just more and more white.

The whole modelling show was going to be an outdoor shoot and the only colour would be the dresses being shown off to the rest of the admiring world. Even the guests were required to wear white. I on the other hand would be wearing colour and by chance, my colour was purple which my favourite colour is. There was to be a male and female model of each of the ten colours; grey, black, red, orange, yellow, green, aqua, blue, purple and pink being shows.

I was excited to see all of the different clothing that I would get to wear along with seeing my friend’s outfits. I walked around to the back entry where there were two security guards blocking the ever so persistent paparazzi from getting any before show, sneak peeks at anything. I showed them my identification and was granted access. I made my way around the corner and through some more tarps covering the outfits and was greeted with the sight of hair dressers running around in chaos working on the female models hair. The men’s was a lot easier and they were allowed to arrive later but the female models were required to be present two hours earlier to make sure everything would run smoothly.

I make my way to the men’s change room and find my personal clothing rack containing the ten different outfits that I would be showing off in front of a live crowd of about 250 people. Some of the stuff was actually quite nice but some stuff I personally probably wouldn’t be seen dead in.

“Hiya Dwayney poo” A voice emerges as I turn around to match its face.

Great. It’s James. My tool-bag of an ex-boyfriend. At the time when we first started dating we met through working for the same modelling agent but now he just taunts me whenever we happen to work on the same show. He was like the ultimate dick of an ex, like he wouldn’t just learn to stop talking to me even after the numerous glasses of water or whatever liquid in a cup I had at the time I had thrown in his ugly face.

“Oh would you look at that, you’re purple and I’m pink. We can be together like the sister colours” He piped as he walked up and pulled my left cheek.

“Since when have you been at this show, I’ve never seen you at any of the meetings?” I snap shoving his hand off my face.

“Since this morning actually, the big A just called me up and asked if I was interested so I said sure, little did I know your tight little ass was going to be here” he replies with a grin.

“Why can’t you just move on from me James? It’s been what, four years since we broke up? The least you could do is to only talk to me when it’s of the uttermost importance. Otherwise learn to shut that fat gob of yours” I shoot back.

James takes a step back with a sorry look on his face and then turns and leaves the men’s room. I sigh in relief. I had never trusted him again since our breakup, he was always sneaky even whilst we were dating so there wasn’t much trust during the relationship but what was left completely went after the breakup. One of the other models, who I was also best friends with, Mark, came in with two coffees shortly after.

“What’s with the glum look sad sack?” he chirped with his half smile.

“James. Stupid thing won’t stop bugging me, it’s like he’s the wasp to my jam and it’s so annoying” I answer taking a sip of my warm brew.

“I never really thought you two were a good couple” he laughs shaking his head. “You always seemed miles apart, even holding hands it was like you were handcuffed to a hobo for a week with no key for you to escape”

We both start cracking up and continue to talk about how horrible he actually was until the modelling director came in and informed us we had to start getting ready as the show was to start in ten minutes. All of the outfits have a separate number from 1-10 so there’s no confusion in what to wear and everything will flow from one collection to the next. I grab my first outfit for the show and quickly get changed and then make my way into the makeup room. The artist quickly puts some purple eye shadow on my right eye and then I place on my head piece that matches the outfit on my head. I quickly make my way to the cue of models waiting to go up on stage as soon as the designer finishes introducing himself and the collections.

The music starts and the first model goes out on stage. 1 model up, 7 left before it’s me. One by one they all make their way on the stage as a round of applause finishes from the previous outfit. I start to hear the clapping as the model in front of me makes his way back to the curtain and make my way out to the admiring crowd. I place both my hands in my pockets with my thumbs still staying out as the camera’s all focus in on me as I make my way to the end of the runway and make 2 swift poses then return to head back to the curtain. Once again the crowd starts applauding and I know I was successful. Now to just keep doing this for another 4 hours.

The show slowly begins to enter its final few moments as the afternoon sun slowly sets over a never sleeping New York. I make my way back out on stage for a final walk in my first outfit with the rest of the male models and we all look like a walking rainbow. The crowd hasn’t stopped clapping since the first model made her way out on stage and they all still look lively as ever. We all make our way back to the curtain as the designer concludes the show with a final thankyou and bow.

Just as everyone starts to take off the make-up and outfits the designer walks into the room.

“Bravo! Bravo! I am so immensely proud of each and every one of you today with your spectacular work!” he says enthusiastically “Who’s up for a few rounds at the bar? My shout.”

Every one quickly looks at one another before all agreeing it would be a fun idea, plus who really wants to turn down free booze? I look at my watch, 5:17pm. Michael shouldn’t be home yet, I think I will take up his offer.

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Oooooh what do you think's gonna happen at the party? ;) 

Thank you for reading and hope you're all enjoying it :D xx