Welcome to Fashion Vale {Welcome to Night Vale}

CHAPTER 4

 CHAPTER 4

 Carlos was practically being drug to the stage by Cecil who held his hand with bone crushing strength, something he did not expect from such a skinny and rather gangly man. "Oh my god, oh my god! Dana is on, you need to go!" He said frantically, motioning to the tall, darker skinned woman who was strutting down the runway in a mid thigh, long sleeved dress involving, of course, shimmering sequins that highly resembled purple fish scales. She was certainly serious about her work, the way she walked with stubborn attitude and a fierce gleam in her glowing eyes.
Carlos looked down to what he was wearing once again then back to Cecil, heart thundering in his chest as the stage was left clear for him to go on. The fashion designer stepped up to him with a grin and gripped his bare shoulders before leaning in to peck both if his cheeks before mumbling into his ear. "I have recently met you, oui, but I know you will be my top, and absolute favourite intern. You will be more than my back up model. Good luck." 
"Intern?", he asked himself silently.
Carlos felt his cheeks flush as he cleared his throat and nodded, turning to face the entrance of what he was dreading. An electronic, quick paced song boomed from the speakers overhead in perfect rhythm for stepping down a catwalk. And down the catwalk is exactly where Carlos went, his tight shorts hugging onto him and his heels sparkling at the toe. Apparently it wasn't too absurd, because out of every face visible to him, not one person looked as if they were about to have a heart attack from laughing at the sight before them. Then again, he could only see a handful of features past the hot bright lights shining in his face hanging from the ceiling, not mentioning the flashing cameras that clicked in synchronisation with his heels against the wood of the stage. He was terrified, sure, but as he reached the end of the long runway, he remembered his goal. He had to get through college. He /had/ to, it was a must, a dream that was destined to come true. People go through the stupidest things to get what they want, and this was just one of them for Carlos. Actually, it was more of a 'what-I-am-going-to-do-once-I-receive-my-degree', thing for Carlos. He was highly interested in becoming Cecil's model, because he knew exactly where he was from. Night Vale was an extraordinarily interesting place to him. Just the rumours he had heard gripped his attention and formed an urge to learn more.
His gorgeous eyes instantly transformed into a look of sheer determination as he placed one hand to his hip and stepped back up the catwalk in the sassiest way that a man in too tight shorts and heels could perform. A wave of claps echoed through the crowd as he exited the stage to his left and exhaled heavily in relief. That bit was finished... Done.
Carlos almost didn't notice the woman in the shimmering purple dress approach him as he leaned back against the wall, a small smile over her lips as she automatically reached one hand forwards to shake his own. "I'm Dana," She said as she pulled her hand back, not shaking as near as long as Cecil had. Carlos gave a small nod as he returned the kind smile, voice calm as adrenaline from his previous act pumped through his veins. "Carlos."
"Ah, the new intern!" Dana exclaimed with excitement, taking a swig from her water bottle she had been holding in her right hand. Carlos looked confused, "I'm sorry, but could you.. Clarify why he calls you-- I mean-- his models that?"
"Interns? Oh, yeah, sure... Mr. Baldwin has this brilliantly twisted mind, and he has strange ways of putting things. He says," Dana threw on a Cecil-like voice as she spoke, her cheerful grin fading as she imitated him. "If we were all apart of a radio show someplace, you would be my interns, and I would be your beloved host. A host cannot perform or look well without his interns, so you must give effort." She drawled before laughing at herself, "Make sense? Just try to get used to it and fit in. We'll have, like, a party later, and you can come over to meet the other models... Or.. Interns." Dana muttered with a grin as she nudged Carlos lightly in the ribs without comment on his outfit, stepping around him to the back room. Carlos raised a brow before shaking his head as he began to walk back towards the dressing room, holding the terrible heels by his fingers while he went. Something was strange... He had not seen a glimpse of Cecil after he had stepped off the runway.