PREDICTABLY, HAIR AND makeup took forever, and allowed Stacy to collect her thoughts. She may not be able to get out of closing the show after all, she thought. Now all eyes would be set on her—every camera lens, every fashion maven. "So this is who they think they can replace Anya Tom with!" they would all scoff. She could picture Red Linton—if he wasn't being questioned by the police—shaking his head disapprovingly next to all the industry heavyweights. But then again, if she aced it, this could be the start of a major fashion career. The prospect of making Anya Tom money made her positively giddy.
Stacy didn't end up liking they way they dolled her up, especially the dark makeup. Not that it mattered, though. The hairdresser didn't speak English, thank goodness, so there was no more awkward talk of Anya Tom, or anything at all. Until Unla and three flacks from Cadiz came over and pelted Stacy with a hundred do's and don'ts at a mile a minute. Stacy couldn't keep up with most of them. "Don't turn about face until you're almost 1/4 of a meter from the end of the runway," was one of the few items she caught. Stacy didn't even know what a meter was, and was simply too petrified to ask.
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After hair and makeup, Stacy excused herself and went to the bathroom. A group of models were huddled around a mirror checking themselves for blemishes and critiquing their makeup. A copy of Style was lying open-face on the sink, showing Red Linton's latest editor's column. It was as if he were stalking Stacy's every move today. Would he like what he saw on the runway? Her nerves were acting up again.
One model, a curly haired brunette, was drinking from a flask.
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"Hey, can I please bum some of that?" Stacy asked. She rarely drank, but something had to put her nerves at ease. "I'm closing the show and I wasn't expecting it."
The model dutifully handed over the flask and Stacy took a swig and gave it back. Gin. Not as rough going down as she expected.
"You're closing the show?" one of the other models asked, sounding surprised.
"Yeah, isn't that funny?" Stacy said. Maybe this had finally made her one of the girls.
"Here," the curly haired model said, handing the flask back to Stacy. "If you're going to take Anya's spot you're going to need a lot more of this."
Stacy didn't end up liking they way they dolled her up, especially the dark makeup. Not that it mattered, though. The hairdresser didn't speak English, thank goodness, so there was no more awkward talk of Anya Tom, or anything at all. Until Unla and three flacks from Cadiz came over and pelted Stacy with a hundred do's and don'ts at a mile a minute. Stacy couldn't keep up with most of them. "Don't turn about face until you're almost 1/4 of a meter from the end of the runway," was one of the few items she caught. Stacy didn't even know what a meter was, and was simply too petrified to ask.
After hair and makeup, Stacy excused herself and went to the bathroom. A group of models were huddled around a mirror checking themselves for blemishes and critiquing their makeup. A copy of Style was lying open-face on the sink, showing Red Linton's latest editor's column. It was as if he were stalking Stacy's every move today. Would he like what he saw on the runway? Her nerves were acting up again.
One model, a curly haired brunette, was drinking from a flask.
"Hey, can I please bum some of that?" Stacy asked. She rarely drank, but something had to put her nerves at ease. "I'm closing the show and I wasn't expecting it."
The model dutifully handed over the flask and Stacy took a swig and gave it back. Gin. Not as rough going down as she expected.
"You're closing the show?" one of the other models asked, sounding surprised.
"Yeah, isn't that funny?" Stacy said. Maybe this had finally made her one of the girls.
"Here," the curly haired model said, handing the flask back to Stacy. "If you're going to take Anya's spot you're going to need a lot more of this."
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