Fashion Show
Brightness comes first. Startling everyone with her brilliant presence. She struts onto the catwalk covered in sequins so bright that they leave the audience blinded. She ravages the crowd with her beauty. Brightness gives the people a taste of what is to come. But Brightness isn’t the one that people are waiting for. She’s just a warm up, a warning. Brightness is on and off the stage in only a few seconds. She is anxious to show them everything she’s got and she wears out quickly because of it. She struts off the stage in a flash and the people wait with bated breath for what they have been expecting since Brightness first showed her face. Then, Heat bursts forth! He stalks across the catwalk as if he owns the place. Everyone near him seem to turn to dust. They are blown away by his confidence and breathtaking aura. Even the people in the back of the room can feel the confidence radiate off him the moment he takes his first step. He wears fire-y colors. Reds and oranges all tinged with black as if the clothing has been scorched. He takes his time as he struts, he doesn’t need to be quick and flashy like Brightness. Heat knows he has captured the crowd’s attention. He seems to take up the whole room as he approaches the end of the catwalk. He’s the alpha here and no one will question him. He takes a slow turn around and strides back down the catwalk. He lets everybody feel his power and influence. Heat has burned the crowd and leaves them stunned. He finally makes it back to the stage and disappears behind the curtain. His image is burned into their skin and in their minds. After his performance they don’t know what to expect. How can there be more after him. Pain follows Heat, and she is completely different. While Heat struts in with power she creeps forth with stealth. She’s a skinny little thing, her legs look like stilts and her face has a gaunt expression. She wears a dark bronze dress the drapes her like a toga, it matches her sallow skin perfectly. While Brightness and Heat took the crowd’s breath away by their flashiness and power, Pain silences them with her gaunt look. She strides down the catwalk her head held high, like Heat she gets everyone’s attention without trying. Even the people in the furthest corner can feel her influence. Her haughtiness covers the whole room like a drape. She is everything they don’t want, but they can’t stop gazing. Pain slowly walks back down the catwalk and she knows everyone is gazing at her. She will have their attention for a long while, and she will never truly leave their minds. She will remain a dull ache in their subconscious till the day they die. Time passes between Pain and the next model. The crowd is hushed, anticipating the next performance, wondering what terror will come next. And eventually someone they don’t expect appears. Recovery wears a dress with faint yellow in it, like the sun rising after a dark night. Unlike the three before her she does not immediately grasp the audience’s gaze, it takes time for the whole room to notice her. By the time she has reached the end of the catwalk and has struck a pose the whole crowd has their gaze upon her. They drink her in, from her soft brown-blond hair curled around her shoulders, to her sunrise yellow dress to her subtle white flats. While Brightness’ light was flashy and short lived, Recovery glows soft and perpetual. She continues to smile out at the crowd, catching each person’s gaze and letting them know she has seen them; and slowly, she begins to walk back down the catwalk.
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