Punk Zayn Series

"You're Out Of Your Element"

"What do you mean you can't go?" You question after hearing his news over the phone. "You have to go, it's your class." Zayn had been sick for the past couple of days but was hoping to be well enough to teach his weekly art class the National Gallery had set up for him over a month ago. "You're going to have to go for me," he says without a beat, not even asking you if it was an option. "Excuse me? I can't teach your class for you," you admit. "You do clothing sketches, I've seen them. You can do something with sketches." His ideas sounded horrible to you. "Babe please, I'm not asking you to teach math, it's one hour." After waiting for him to finish his marathon of sneezes, you finally agree to replace him just this once at the gallery. You stop by his apartment to collect the things he used for the class and also to drop off Sophie, so she could keep him company while you were off trying to be him. "Just be you, they'll love that," he says with an assuring smile from the couch. You roll your eyes and head back down to the parking garage. The lady at the gallery's front desk immediately recognizes you and comes from behind the desk to greet you. "Where is Zayn?" She asks once finding out how you had been. "He's a bit ill to be honest and he wanted me to teach his class tonight, if that's alright, it's totally fine if it isn't though," you say hoping for her to catch on.
"Oh no that's fine. He told me you worked for Mr. McQueen, so you must have a lot of artistic abilities."
"I'll have to thank him for sharing that information." She takes you to your room where a few students were already waiting. You smiled at them and sit down all of your things on the table at the front of the room. "Before you ask," you begin, trying to get explanations of your presence out of the way first, "Zayn is sick, so I am here for him tonight." They all nodded and brought their attention back to their phones. Once the room had filled up with the amount of students Zayn had said you would have you explain your presence once again to the ones who had missed your first round. "Tonight we're going to work on sketching," you begin your lesson, unsure of how receptive they would be of a substitute. "I do a lot of fashion sketching, so tonight I want you all to design your perfect outfit, whether it be something you already own and love to wear, or something you have seen in the magazines and want to wear. Make sure to include every aspect of your outfit individually, shirts, pants, shoes, accessories. For the guys, make sure you include bowties and hats if that is the way you want to go."
"Can you give us an example of how you want us to lay this out on the paper?" One of the students asks. "Absolutely," you respond, shocked at how nice he had asked the question. As you sketch on the whiteboard provided you give the class instructions accordingly. "You'll want to have your model in the front here. They can look however you want them to. You will want your shirt and or jackets and accessories over here to the right and your pants and shoes over here on the left, but get creative and be very detailed as you design and sketch." Everyone nods as they begin. So far everything was going alright, even though you still felt like teaching an art class was way out of your comfort zone.