A bunch of avowed brings model on the Olympus chain of happy circumstances, models that run together on a fashion show are a closed group of solidarity are really not. However, this business is simply too merciless. Models are humans, soloists, Karrieristinnen. And because few there, where everyone would like to come, namely model Olympus at Victoria BBs of secret, at Chanel and Jean-Paul govern in Gaultier, envy and resentment instead of mutual respect often. But at the end of a fashion show, when the last piece is presented, the designer has received his likes and the curtain is down, all love one last time sincerely. Since then starts the after show party. You should celebrate the feasts, as they come – and I think I have every reason to rejoice. CEO Angel Martinez will not settle for partial explanations. Because after all, I ran my first fashion show today.
Since I landed on the catwalk only due to pure chance, I can’t tell, whether I may experience further appearances. But this is now only time isn’t that important. Most importantly for me is that I could experience a real adventure. Imagine only once, I go alone on a fashion show for the first time as a responsible buyer for my mother’s fashion house, get about my girlfriend Clara into the backstage area and grab the job from a girl who does not appear for any reason, just before the curtain is raised. A coincidence? Luck? Predestination? If I would rule out coincidence and luck, I would have to say that everyone around the world can be anything he wants.
Since that is not the case, I can affirm these two points ever, it was a huge coincidence and was an incomprehensible happiness. Well, let’s see predestination and fate, what to expect so me. If this day is the starting point of a brilliant career or will stand as a unique run of a backup model in my diary, which will show the time. I have found pleasure in the whole hype and would be glad if the chance again rules my world. Now is it come first time down, relax and rejoice. I wipe my makeup off your face, and get help with lining. After I pulled my own stuff too and my lucky charms jewels, my rhinestone stone plug by Swarovski, which I bought myself last month at, back into the ears, Clara is suddenly behind me. You grins on both ears and told me that I must have been very good. Because the sad faces of the initiators of the show, Nakatomi, together with the maestros brightened up is visible after my run. You hear something like. You can appreciate rarely exactly, how good or bad it is arrived at the audience and the certainty to have to be well run, makes me only still proud. As I lift me straight from the dressing table, I suddenly faced an outrageously good-looking man who imagines me as an Assistant of Maestro Nakatomi. I have great trouble understanding exactly what he says, because even though he probably is articulated and speaks pure English, I can’t hear him. I don’t see his outstretched hand and only take them after Clara gives me a little push from behind. Oh man, it all comes together.