Love Season : Winter sneak peak

7th December

“Let’s start the show!”

A very loud applause was all that I can hear from backstage. Kyla Miller, the designer was bending down to her knee with her hand on my thigh. I can feel her smoothing my black mini dress. “Stand still,” she tightens the knot of the leopard print knee length leather boot that I was wearing. Someone was holding my head as she spray lots of hair spray to my hair.

Hello, I’m hurting here.

Then I realize the applauses had gone, replace by a really loud music, beating in unison with my heartbeat. I can see the colorful lights making large neon spots on the black, glossy runway. Suddenly it hit me. I almost fell on my butt during the rehearsal earlier. Eeesh. Wait, they always took off the liner just before the real show. Phew! That’s a relief.

“I don’t know why I am so nervous,” said a voice into my left ear. I turned to look at her and smiled. “Babe, we’ve done this lots of time. Relax. They already took off the liner, in case you forgot.” She laughed, squeezing my shoulder from behind. Meet my best friend from my ‘other world’, Camille Deynes. She’s older than me, thought. We met three years ago, during my first runway show for Kyla Miller and she definitely stand out from the others with her beautiful red hair. “It’s natural, okay?” she said when asked about it. Plus, she’s really nice compared to the others. No drama, no fake boobs, no extremely crazy diet like them which is really really hard to find in the glamorous modeling world.

“Okay, Savvy. You’re next.”

Cameron released her hands from my shoulder. I nodded, took a deep breath and try to calm myself. Now that it’s my turn, the nervousness suddenly appeared from nowhere.
“Go!”

The white neon light was all that I can see when I walked down the runway. I know on both side of the long runway is where all the fashion lovers, journalists, critics, icons and celebrities were sitting in the front row, eyeing me (and my outfit, of course) from up and down. The camera flash was all over me. I try my best to ignore the lights and the fact that almost five hundred pairs of eyes were eyeing me.

Keep your face straight, flash a smile and turn.

Left, right, go!

Cameron was right after me, looking gorgeous in a black lace mini dress and leather platform. Right after I reached the backstage, Anne, the outfit assistant was yelling at me.

“Savvy, come on. Outfit change!”

World, I am Savannah Miller.



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