The Fashion Designer

                     

                      The Fashion Designer

I was working hard today. My office, in Times Square; New York City, was a little bit untidy. I work in a five story building made of bricks and have a great view of where the New Years’ Ball is kept. The building has ivy on the side with lots of leaves. The bottom floor is all decorated with a crystal chandelier, a black runway, pink spotlights on the side, red rose petals on the carpeted floor and plague shaped arch where models are going to go through. Yes, today is the biggest day of my career. Today is my fashion show.

        My assistant, Maria De Ansonia, and I worked hard for this fashion show. We made unique styles like making clothes out of comic shreds, paper bags, and metal. Obviously, they will be around stores internationally. This show is going to be extravagant. It’s going to be the best show on the planet. I was busy adding touches to the clothes like adding sparkles and making the dresses utterly glamorous. I was also busy making the models practice while Maria choose make-up shades when all of a sudden there was a RING! RING! RING! The phone rang. It was a call from one of my models, Rosa Anderson. She was sick and couldn’t make it to the fashion show. I paced back and forth. She was one of my best models and friends.

        This news was nerve-wrecking to me. What should we do? Finally the light bulb went off in my head. I could be the model. The phone rang again. This time it was from the world’s best designer, Jacqueline Nina. “I will be able to come to the fashion show.” She said. I told Maria the good news and the bad news. We both squealed and danced. This was luck and I hope we stayed lucky.

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        That night we were so excited. We got ready. In 12 min. it was show time. We rehearsed and finally, at 8:00 the show begun. First, I said the introduction while Maria held the door for everyone. As everyone got settled, I started to give an intro on each thing. I fully explained my journey, the things I had to let go to become a fashion designer, and the personality in each dress. Then the show began. The list of songs played. As the show got close to the end I got a call. A fashion designer from England wanted me to put up a fashion show in a building in Westminster Abbey. How long will our lucky and jubilant celebration last?