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Submitted by queenusa on 06/30/2008 05:21 PM
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Fashion Show
The Fashion Show
Excitement was in the air. The buzz around town was that a new fashion designer was making her debut, so I didn't want to miss this event. The fashion show's atmosphere was flowing with festive music. There a fragrant hint of sandalwood and ocean breezes throughout the room, which was strategically arranged. Fresh tropical and exotic floral arrangements were all over the place. The backdrop was very artsy, designed with vivid colors weaved in between muted pastels. There was an eight by fifty foot long, elevated runway extending through the heart of the room with seats surrounding each side. In attendance were about five-hundred enthusiastic spectators who were reading over their programs, chatting and finding their places. My view was clear with no obstacles in the way. I was fortunate enough to get a front row seat, because I am a famous fashion photographer. I was hyped and in gear; ready to shoot this highly publicized event.
Suddenly, the room dimmed and the chattering ceased. It was lights, cameras and action! In my amazement, my friend Randi was the first model to strut down the runway. She was wearing a vivid fuchsia and turquoise swimming suit with a beautiful, flowing chiffon cover-up of the same colors, with a twist of lemon yellow and matching shoes. Her hair stood up in a high beehive. I felt as though I was on an exotic island in the Caribbean. The view was simply breath taking, as I watched Randi strolling. She had the look of a bird of paradise; gently moving with the breeze. She was a queen. I was in awe to see this remarkably beautiful woman with so much talent, move me the way she did. She was modeling apparel and skillfully singing, as she glided down the runway. As she mesmerized the audience, I forgot what I was there for momentarily. People began to clap and cheer.
The fashion show consisted of thirty-five models, both male and female. They all wore tasteful garments in...
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