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The cross country flight was beautiful. Exhausting, but beautiful nonetheless. While she dreamed of taking to the skies in a private jet to places like Milan and Tokyo, flying first class to Seattle wasn't terrible - even if she was terrified of flying.
Sitting in the aisle seat, her french manicured fingers quickly wrap themselves around the stem of her wine glass as the plane hits a small pocket of clear air turbulence. Immediately, her friend Sasha, another brunette model who just sits happens to be sitting by the window is comforting her.
"Safest way to travel sweetie..."
"So ya say... 'cept car crashes don't kill all 130 people on board," the blonde muses with a snort into her glass of rosè.
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Pulling up to the venue, the driver of the black Escalade opens the door for both beauties before rounding to the trunk to retrieve their things. The trunk is packed all the way to the roof.
"How long did you say you were staying?"
"Two days," the southern belle pipes up with a smile as the driver just stares. He and the bellhop were going to have quite the time unpacking all that crap and hauling it up to their shared suite as the girls would be practicing on the catwalk.
"Couture and Classics?" Sasha asks with an eye roll. "Hey, Ah think they're kinda cool!" Tessa murmurs as she passes by a rather scrappy looking old teal pickup truck. For some reason, it reminds her of her brother Colt.
"Tess... you're going to get rust on your dress!"
Laughing as she steps back from the oddly familiar truck, she gets focused on the task at hand.
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It's a good thing they got there early in the morning, because showtime was that night! Final fittings, hair, makeup... it was all done just moments before the first seats were taken by attendees.
As the music queued up and the first models began their walks. Tessa and Sasha stood nervously in the back. Sasha had been complaining about the height of her heels. Six inches of art nouveau seemed a bit excessive, but it was the designer's vision. Still, as up and comers, they didn't really have a say. It was do your job, or go hungry. Okay, it wasn't that dire. But you get it.
Tessa was the first to strut down the catwalk. With her chin held high, she worked the runway like it owed her rent. She had her walk down pat. Pausing at the end, her dazzling baby blue eyes sweep the audience as Sasha appears at the opposite end to start her walk. At first, everything is going fine - until Sasha stumbles on her heels, and one suddenly breaks. Down she goes as her ankle makes the tell-tale snap of a clean break. Immediately pulling the heels off, she attempts to stand and continue walking, but goes down once again. Tessa is immediately there to catch her,m the second time, draping her friend's arm around her shoulders as she uses her own body to brace her.
"I need to finish, Tess." Sasha grumbles through gritted teeth.
"No shug, clearly yer hurt," the blonde whispers back.
"Take me to the end of the runway, I have to finish."
Raising an eyebrow, Tessa purses her lips and nods. Not finishing was not an option. It was an instant career suicide. And so, she helps Sasha finish her walk - but once they make it back behind the curtains, Sasha collapses.
"Pardon the interruption, but if there's a doctor in the house, please report to the lobby," pipes a calming voice over the speaker. But what was going on behind the curtains, was anything but calm.
Modeling events weren't like sporting events, where they had paramedics on standby for injuries. And at such a large-scale event, getting EMS there in a timely manner with all of the traffic and congestion at the venue, it made more sense to have someone assess the patient there while waiting for other help to arrive.
"Tess... how bad is it??"
"Uh, well Sash... yer foot ain't s'ppose ta bend that way."
And with that, Sasha passes out cold in her bestie's arms.
// fun fact. The dumbest thing I ever tried to do, was attempt standing on my ankle when it was broken in 3 places. The initial shock didn't register the pain until the adrenaline wore off, and EMS was threatening to cut off my custom figure skating boot.
