Post by yuki on Jun 27, 2011 6:26:40 GMT -5
This was it. This was Yuki's big chance to shine, to show what he could really do with his ridiculous, obsessive organizational skills. He'd been put in charge of planning the Fabulous Fall Fashion show. The new line of De Vil designs for the season would be debuting that day, and so far, everything was perfect to the very last detail.
Yuki was perhaps a bit smug about his achievement, but who could blame him? It had taken him the better part of a month to get this shindig put together and polished properly. Every single person involved in this event had a personal schedule and list of duties, all typed up by Yuki of course, and all they had to do was stick to their dossiers. He'd even allowed some wiggle room for error, because obviously not everyone was as anal-retentive as the albino.
Despite how well everything was going so far, they hadn't yet raised the curtain on the stage or sent out the first fleet of models. And Yuki was a nervous wreck. If a single thread or feather was out of place, it was all on him. De Vil was watching him. If he screwed this up, he'd be demoted to cutting patterns with the rest of the assistants.
No time to waste, no time to worry! The curtain was going up. It was starting.
Yuki cleared his throat and brought the microphone closer to his mouth. He was wearing a smart ensemble in flattering charcoal pinstripes, vest and trousers, red bowtie and white gloves. Not only was he the event coordinator for the fashion show, he was also the announcer.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" His voice rang out over the audience, a high but strong tenor. "It is my pleasure to finally flout the fashions you've all been fainting and fawning for. The fancy, fantastic, and absolutely fabulous fall line from De Vil Fashion Inc.!"
Try saying that ten times fast. Lucky for Yuki, he only had to say it once. The models did most of the work from that point on, though Yuki did chime in with every set to describe the outfits.
As he gazed out over the audience, his fashionable little prescription sunglasses perched on his nose, he felt an uneasy prickle down his spine. Someone... someone the White Rabbit knew... was here.
Yuki was perhaps a bit smug about his achievement, but who could blame him? It had taken him the better part of a month to get this shindig put together and polished properly. Every single person involved in this event had a personal schedule and list of duties, all typed up by Yuki of course, and all they had to do was stick to their dossiers. He'd even allowed some wiggle room for error, because obviously not everyone was as anal-retentive as the albino.
Despite how well everything was going so far, they hadn't yet raised the curtain on the stage or sent out the first fleet of models. And Yuki was a nervous wreck. If a single thread or feather was out of place, it was all on him. De Vil was watching him. If he screwed this up, he'd be demoted to cutting patterns with the rest of the assistants.
No time to waste, no time to worry! The curtain was going up. It was starting.
Yuki cleared his throat and brought the microphone closer to his mouth. He was wearing a smart ensemble in flattering charcoal pinstripes, vest and trousers, red bowtie and white gloves. Not only was he the event coordinator for the fashion show, he was also the announcer.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" His voice rang out over the audience, a high but strong tenor. "It is my pleasure to finally flout the fashions you've all been fainting and fawning for. The fancy, fantastic, and absolutely fabulous fall line from De Vil Fashion Inc.!"
Try saying that ten times fast. Lucky for Yuki, he only had to say it once. The models did most of the work from that point on, though Yuki did chime in with every set to describe the outfits.
As he gazed out over the audience, his fashionable little prescription sunglasses perched on his nose, he felt an uneasy prickle down his spine. Someone... someone the White Rabbit knew... was here.