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A fast tempo beat thumped throughout the venue and lights flashed from every direction. I stood over to the side of the stairs, out of the way, awaiting my cue to step out and strut my fourth outfit. I was fueled with adrenaline which caused my leg to shake back and forth in anticipation.
One of coordinators gently pushed me to go. I walked up the steps and smoothly rounded the corner into the light. On either side of the runway were hundreds of faces ready to see what was next. Majority of those in the front row held their phones up to capture all of the looks while another portion of the crowd held DSLRs.
My eyes were fixated on the main camera at the back of the venue that was recording. With each step I took, I felt a sense of power with everyone's eyes solely on me. Halfway down the runway, I chose to interact with the crowd by giving them a little eye contact. That's when I noticed Noelle and Brittney in the second row recording while wearing large smiles.
At the end of the catwalk, I casually placed my hands in the pockets of the trench coat striking a pose. I spun on my heels and strutted back toward the other end of the catwalk. The next person stepped out once I was halfway there and allowed me to disappear into the back.
"Korin, Korin!" another one of the show coordinators yelled my name, fanning for me to rush in her direction.
I quickly removed my heels and held them as I jogged over to her. She took the heels from my hands while I shrugged out of the trench coat in which I wore panties and a bra underneath. It was time for me to put on my last outfit — I was one of the select few that had to wear two looks for the fourth run. Therefore, I had to move quick so that I could be out there before it was over.
"Who's phone keeps ringing!? This is like the fifth time I've heard it in the last five minutes." Algernon, the designer looked around in panic.
"It's Korin's." a girl a few feet away from me said.
"Mine?" I frowned in the midst of pulling on a pair of stockings. She nodded and pointed to it on the vanity. From where I stood, I could see Khloe's name prompted on the screen.
