Lay in the Atmosphere (Brendon Urie) Wattys 2017

SEVEN

I actually got a decent amount of sleep last night. It was comforting to come home and be able to talk with Nessa. Of course I still kept my dirty little secret from her, but knowing she was there to greet me was so welcoming. I slept like a baby.

But, that means today is Monday, which also means I had to go to my real job and I was... oddly looking forward to it after this weekend. I even grabbed coffee for me and Janelle, the other receptionist.

"Wow! I love the hair!" Janelle mentions as I hand her a cup of joe.

And then it was shit like that, the painful reminder that I felt like I could reinvent myself which in the end inevitably failed.

"Thanks." I smile softly and take a sip of my coffee, the warmth emitting through me and relaxing my aching muscles and pounding headache.

I looked through the appointments today. We had a fashion designer coming in which was always a huge deal. That meant they'd be coming to choose models for their newest line, and I always got to showcase them like I as Vanna White, which was secretly something I loved doing. I loved women's bodies, describing them, revealing them. Women are so beautiful.

So, that was a definite bonus, and to my luck they'd show up in 30 minutes.

That wasn't much time, but it was enough for me to flag down the girls I really thought would suit the designer. They don't give us much to go on, they only send us images of a few garments they made and are looking to have modeled, which was fine, not every designer made garments that looked the same. Every line was new, fresh, a totally different perspective for them, and I respected that.

I had my girls lined up perfectly, starting at blondes and darkening into brunettes. I chose about 25, only 15 are usually selected, but I had a good feeling on all of them, they all had so much potential and they were all uniquely beautiful.

"Hey, he's here." Janelle says, peaking her head into the runway room.

"Oh, of course, send him on in! I'm really excited about this group." I clap my hands.

Janelle rolls her eyes and smiles.

"Weirdo."

A few seconds roll by and I'm just fixing up the ladies, getting the stray hairs away from their eyes, adjusting the straps on their clothing, smoothing out their eyebrows and they all stood like statues, until a few of them burst into giddy laughter.

"Jamie? You're blushing." I raise a brow and squint my eyes at her and she clears her throat.

"Sorry, it's just-"

"This is quite the turn out."

It was like... being the voodoo doll to some crazy witch who relentlessly was pushing needles into you, but nothing was happening, so she just keeps stabbing you.

That's what his voice sounded like.

It was poison to me, yet all of the girls above me, they swooned like high school teenagers hoping to lose their virginity.

I can be professional, yeah? He... Brendon Urie... was a fashion designer.

I knew I had known his name.

"Ma'am, can you bring me the middle one, with the chestnut colored hair, maybe the platinum blonde, too."

Ma'am. He addressed me as... ma'am.

I turn around and once he sees my face, his smile drops off the face of the fucking earth.

It's okay, I wasn't wearing a smile either.