In the spotlight

5

Sofia Christensen

"Why are you wearing my hoodie once again?" I heard Xavier's sound from somewhere not so far away from me. I was holding two bars hanging from them with my feet crossed in the air. I slowly pulled myself up and then lowered myself back down once again before answering my friend.

"Because I ain't going to wear designer hoodies to work out." I told him as I attempted to do another pull-up, but halfway through, my hands gave up, and I was forced to let go of the bars. I fell to the ground, landing on my feet, trying to catch my breath.

"So you're ruining mine instead?" He lifted up one of his eyebrows just to annoy me further. I don't know why he was after me this time; I didn't even draw a dick on his face with eyeliner like last time.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. He was getting on my last nerve with his stupid hoodie. Driven by a sudden idea, I pulled the hoodie through my head, exposing my upper body completely, but honestly, I couldn't care less.

"Fuck your hoodie, then." I threw it at him, aiming at his head, but he was quicker and grabbed it before hitting his head. Behind his reclaimed clothing item, he was wiggling his eyebrows like crazy, justifying this weird act he was putting on almost instantly.

He was messing around on purpose, trying to embarrass me further. Not like he could ever succeed; I have been quite literally an underwear model for years now. If anyone wanted to see me, they just had to find my Instagram, which wasn't a big deal considering that I had almost 13 million followers.

I decided that I was tired enough to call it a quit for today as I began my stretching process. I kneeled down to the mat with my right knee, straightening my left backwards. Never forget about stretching after a workout; that shit will hurt if you do.

As I was about to change legs, somebody barged through the doors, attracting everyone's attention. All three of us snapped our heads up, looking towards the new arrival, who just happened to be our main director.

As soon as we noticed her bright platinum blonde hair, we shot up from our position, basically lining up before her. The only thing we missed was a salute. She was the boss of the bosses around here, the main organizer of the Milan fashion week; therefore, nobody was about to disrespect her in any way.

She walked directly towards us, ignoring the confused looks surrounding her. Once she was close enough, she stopped holding her iPad, as she would always do. We saw her sliding tabs back and forth before looking up at us.

"Blanchet!" She exclaimed after lowering the iPad to her chest and hugging it. Xavier flinched a little once his name was called, which was extra hilarious knowing that our 6'6 jacked friend flinches once she calls him up.

"Dolce & Gabbana's main choreographer moved your appointment. Grab your things together; I need you out in 5." She explained as fast as her tongue allowed. Xavier shot her a confused look before speaking up, which is kind of the dumbest thing you can do in these situations.

"Shouldn't I shower before?" he mumbled under his breath, but he was afraid of the consequences even before he could finish the sentence. I heard Adriana snicker next to me, and I almost burst out laughing when I looked over her.

"Yes, Blanchet, I am so sorry you are right!" She turned back to us once again with a wide smile on her face, but her words were dripping with sarcasm. Xavier regretted talking back now, but it was too late.

"Would you like a warm meal before as well? Some time so you can rest after your excessively tiring workout?" She continued on and on, until Xavier lowered his head and followed her without saying anything.

However, we were fighting for our dear lives, with Adriana trying to hold back our facial expressions. Obviously, it was me who lost first; it is always me since my dear best friend has the funniest facial expressions on this earth. I chuckled lightly while they were walking away; luckily for me, they weren't out of earshot.

"You know what's funnier, Christensen?" She turned down to us once again under the blink of an eye, and blood literally rushed out of my face. Chuckling was audible from around me; I even heard the three footballers not so far from us laughing at me. After all, Xavier managed to embarrass me further, even though this was unintentional on his part.

"The fact that you thought you were going to be free this afternoon, but I just moved three of your meetings to today." She grinned at me while typing away on her iPad, and I wanted to slap myself in the face so hard right now. You have got to be fucking kidding me.

"Damn, it looks like Garcia needs to be there with you. What a shame." The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes, pretending to be sorry, but everybody knew her real feelings too well.

"You both have 30 minutes to do 40 sit-ups hanging from that bar over there and take a shower." We followed her thumb with our eyes as she pointed to something behind us. It turns out it was the bar I was doing pullups on earlier.

We looked at each other with Adriana, who was probably cursing me out in Spanish in her head but was too afraid to say it out loud.

"Come on, ladies, you don't want to make Gucci wait, do you?" She shouted back at us before leaving the room entirely. We were standing there stunned as Xavier cautiously turned back for a moment, showing us how he was laughing without any sounds. I wanted to flip him off, but if the director noticed, that would be my plane ticket home.

"Jeg kan ikke tro denne dritten." (I can't believe this shit.) I cursed out loud in Norwegian while I took off my glasses, rubbing my eyes a little to adjust them to the new circumstances. Obviously, it didn't help, but it was worth a shot anyway.

"Por que tuviste que hablar puta?" (Why did you have to talk, bitch?) Adrianna said it to me in Spanish, and even though I don't even speak Spanish, I had a hunch about what she just said.

"I didn't even say anything, puta." I snapped while matching her energy, and I prepared myself for a climb onto the pullup bars. I don't know if this was safe at all, but I wouldn't dare skip what the director lady tells me under any circumstances.

I pulled out the hair tie from my ponytail since I wouldn't need it anyway while hanging from above. I threw my hair forward and then backward, slightly adjusting it with my left hand before jumping up and grabbing the bar.

I placed my legs on the bar, adjusting them so the bottom of my knees supported my body and ensured that I wouldn't drop once I was hanging. Slowly let my upper body descend towards the floor, my hair brushing the mat under us.

Just like that, me and Adriana started doing our punishment, which was imposed on us by our dearest coordinator.