Your Star (Vox x reader)

5

The next morning is mayhem. I've been at the venue since 6:30 AM, though the show doesn't exactly start until 10. I know Velvette only asked me to arrive an hour early, but I had to ensure everything was perfect. And as I predicted, everything was, in fact, not perfect. For the past three or so hours, I've been running all over the place, ensuring that the models have the correct clothes, making last-minute alterations, and modifying the guest list. My job may not require me to go above and beyond like this, but I can't help myself in situations like these. I need this fashion show to be smooth sailing.

As I'm stitching up one of the model's dresses backstage, Velvette slams open the door. The look on her face is one of pure anger. Fashion shows make her ten times more violent than usual. She glances around the room, and her eyes land on a girl sitting on her phone. "Vanessa, why aren't you dressed yet? These shoes won't magically appear on your feet!" Velvette throws a pair of boots at the girl.

She rolls her eyes and notices me. Her mood changes almost instantly, and she approaches me while I continue to restitch the model's dress. "At least someone is getting things done. Y/n, how are you, dear? Sleep well?"

Before I can answer, she continues. "Good. Now, we've got 10 minutes till' showtime, and I better not see on that runway what happened last time!" She shouts.

I cringe, remembering the instance she's referring to, when at the last fashion show, one of the models tripped over her heel and fell off stage. I'll never forget that sight. The poor girl was fired, obviously, but she's unfortunately not forgotten. 

"For fuck's sake, Vanessa, how did you put your shoes on the wrong feet? Don't tell me you need someone to do it for you." Velvette lets out an exasperated sigh and walks over to the girl.

I turn my attention back to the dress and finish stitching it up. After standing up and telling the model that she is good to go, I reluctantly approach Velvette. "Everyone is ready to start when you are."

She spins around and crosses her arms. "Help this disaster put on her shoes, then we'll be ready," she scoffs, swatting her hand before leaving.

I roll my eyes and kneel in front of Vanessa, switching the boots to the right feet and lacing them up. When I finish, she hurriedly scurries off to her place in line. I stand, taking a glance at the clock which reads 9:57. At least we're on time.

"Y/n, I don't pay you to doze off. Get over here." Velvette snaps at me.

I quickly do as she says and stand right beside her. "Is there something else you need me to do?"

She appears to be thinking for a moment. "No. Just enjoy the show, dear," she speaks with a kind grin and pushes past the curtains, onto the runway.

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The show certainly exceeded my expectations, and I think Velvette would agree. Although I couldn't see from backstage, since I had to help the models with quick changes, I could hear much more applause than the previous show. As a bonus, we made it through without any models falling. 

Velvette returns backstage after giving her small speech with a satisfied expression. "Great performance, everyone. You've made me proud for once." 

I find myself smiling at her backhanded compliment. I'll take anything at this point.

The models chat amongst themselves while heading to change in their dressing rooms, and I take a minute to organize some clothes onto hangers and place them on a rack. Velvette speaks from behind me. "You did well today, but I'm sure you know that already."

I turn around and smile. "Thank you. I'm glad there were no complications."

"Thank satan for that." She laughs a bit, then pauses for a moment. "Well, I'm off to mingle. You're staying for the afterparty, right?"