Sew Me Up

The Show (Part Two)

With the heavy beat in vibrating the room, the models stop talking and teeter back and forth instead. I can't lean anywhere, in fear that I'll rip the gown, the organza material looks like fairy wings and I'm scared that it will tear as such. The red light from the stage makes everything look like hell, like when I walk out there that the crowd will be flames and ready to light me up for wearing the gown that was requested for Alexis and not me.

I hold my breath as models pass me and head for their next outfit. I don't know how many the twins are wearing, I don't think Justin is wearing any more than one, but I could be wrong.

I'm getting closer and closer to the front, my heart jumps into my mouth and I have to keep my mouth closed to keep it from escaping. I begin to count the beat of the music and when that doesn't work I begin to count the exposed pipes, are those for decoration or are they actually functional? My eyes follow the piping and see that this a painted over rust stain, which is also leaking. A small cup must be hidden between two of the vanities. Collecting whatever water is leaking from the pipe above it.

"Excuse me," I hear the model behind me ask rudely, I glance behind me and then look in front of me and see that the line has moved and I have moved up. "

"I'm sorry," I mutter and carefully move forward, making sure that the gown avoids any spike heels or a nail. The music has changed to "Hotter than Hell" but without the lyrics, I tap my foot to the beat, taking my mind off what I'm about to do. I ignore how the song seems to fit the atmosphere, I keep up with the beat.

I'm closer to the front of the line now, the buzz of excitement from the other models goes numb in me, I feel like I could fall over, maybe I will. I go back to tracing the pipes on the ceiling, I watch the water drip faster and faster until it becomes a steady stream, am I the only one noticing this? I hear the girl behind me sigh and I look in front of me and see that I'm next, Kendall walks back and the assistant looks at me.

"Wait, you don't go until we get the next queue," she tells me and I nod my head. Someone with a headset nods at the assistant, the lights go black on the runway as the assistant guides me to middle and then an instrumental of "Alaska" begins to play and the runway's black flashes into a light blue.

"Go, go, go," the assistant tells me, I hold out my hands and begin to walk down the runway.

You know how in movies when the geeky girl takes off her glasses and everyone is shocked because she's beautiful? That's what it felt like walking down the runway.

Everyone's eyes were on me, the gown more so, but also me. I kept my expression cool until I got to the end where I saw everyone smiling and gaping in awe of the gown, then a smile of my own broke onto my face. After my own grin had split across my face, pictures became more rapid, more people began to smile as well.

I turned around, letting the gown trail behind me, allowing the back of the gown get the light it deserves. I fix my face with a cool smirk as I got backstage where I was greeted by Selena, who was smiling so much that it looked like it hurt.

"OH, I wish I could hug you," she told me as I got closer, I smile back at her and began to giggle, which caused Selena to begin to laugh.

"You looked amazing out there, and everyone seemed to love you," she tells me, walking back with to Antonio, I needed to get out of the dress.

"Thanks, but I think everyone was looking at the dress more than me," I say, biting my lip. I wasn't the only one who noticed how the crowd get more excited when I smiled. I spot Antonio helping a model, I walk as quickly as possible but making sure that I didn't hurt the dress.

"Antonio," I call, he turns to me and allows a smile to break his cool physique.

"Darling, you looked amazing, are you sure you've never modeled before?" he asks, moving a stray hair from my face.