Work of Art || Luwoo

05

|| Lucas ||

Lucas was rushed out of the heavily tinted van and escorted into the large elevator with his manager and a few of the other models. The elevator doors opened and the large room where he'd be modelling rose around him. The models had practiced the night before and Lucas was feeling confident. Now, however, the room full of moving bodies and decorations seemed to give Lucas an anxious feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was rarely nervous for shows. He'd modelled almost every week, not to mention the countless photoshoots he'd taken part in. He didn't know what about tonight made him feel like he wanted to go back home and never return to work.

The models were taken into a room hidden behind the large catwalk. The small hidden room was filled with makeup vanities and clothing racks displaying a rainbow of colours. Lucas found his makeup artist setting up at a table and went to join her. She sat him down and began powdering his face and fixing his hair. She pointed his brows into a bold shape and gelled his brown hair away from his face. His features looked sharp and attractive and his trusted makeup artist made him look even better. Lucas was normally confident in his looks but today, something was different.

The time before the show started slowly ran out and Lucas tried to excite himself by picturing the crowd that was waiting on the other side of the curtains. He was normally excited to be in the public's eye but all he could think about was that one photographer from Caller Magazine. The photographer's name floated around Mode Maudelle but Lucas didn't know it. He was the top photographer and that dark blue haired boy was often spotted in the space reserved for the media at his fashion shows. He seemed nice and Lucas wanted to thank the photographer for his dedication but the model never had enough time while on the runway to get a good look at the boy. He was too preoccupied with posing for the cameras and trying his hardest to make the clothing look appealing. He didn't know why, but something about the boy caught his attention. Maybe he just respected the dedication that photographer had.

Lucas was taken out of his daydream by the booming voice of none other than the CEO of Mode Maudelle, Madame Maudelle.

"Five more minutes before the show. Make me proud!" The short lady in her glimmering outfit stood on a chair and cupped her hands around her mouth. She didn't need to though. Her voice easily carried through the small space and everyone was already conditioned to listen up when she spoke.

Lucas and his other fellow models were rushed to changing rooms where large racks of clothing awaited them. He was stuffed into the first outfit and waited in line behind the stage to be put on display.