Lizzie POV
I grabbed the dress, not really looking at it, and disappeared into the
dressing room.
I gasped. It was... weird. Not amazing, but weird. It looked like an igloo.
There were black rectangles that symbolized bricks, and the sleeves were
tight, but at the end, they got humongous. There was a hood. The end of the
sleeves and hood were fur. The bottom of the dress was huge! It totally
puffed up. There was wire supporting it so it would be puffy. There was a
little arch at the puffy part so it would look like the entrance to the
igloo.
Animated Lizzie: Where on earth would you find a dress like this?
It took me forever to put on. When I tried to get through the doorway, it got stuck because it was so puffed up.
But when I came out, people started snapping pictures like crazy.
"Don't worry; none of this is the press." Paolo whispered. "Get up onto the stage."
I got up, but it felt weird, walking in such an odd dress.
In the next two hours, I was running in and out of the dressing room, and up and down the runway. Boy, the costumes were bizarre. One was a yellow one that looked sort of like a lopsided pineapple, and one was a whole bunch of lights with a crown made out of lights. One had a newspaper for a hat!
My last dress looked somewhat wearable. It was black, and the only hard thing about it was that it kept my legs together so I couldn't walk very well. I felt like a mummy! Maybe because that's what it looked like. It was like I was bandaged up! I hobbled onto the runway, and then the 'bandage' got stuck. The bottom of the dress unwrapped. I tried to fix it by rolling back into it, but it tore.
I fell off the stage.
Everyone gasped and helped me up. "Are you okay?" Paolo looked very concerned. I smiled. Were all guys so worried when I fell? I mean, Gordo and Paolo looked so scared every time I fell. I wasn't made out of glass!
I sighed. "Yeah."
I frowned at my dress. This stuff was nutso! I hoped they'd let me pick out something normal for the concert. I went back into the dressing room to change, and I decided not to wear the red dress I had worn on the way here. I had brought an extra outfit, jeans, a pink shirt, and a denim jacket. I could save the dress for later. I stuffed it into my purse.
"So, which one did you like the best?" Paolo asked.
"To tell you the truth, none of them." I made a face.
"Ooookay, then. Then how would you like to go shopping?"
Animated Lizzie: Now you're speaking my language!
I grinned mischievously. "You have no idea of what you're getting yourself into."
Animated Lizzie: Where on earth would you find a dress like this?
It took me forever to put on. When I tried to get through the doorway, it got stuck because it was so puffed up.
But when I came out, people started snapping pictures like crazy.
"Don't worry; none of this is the press." Paolo whispered. "Get up onto the stage."
I got up, but it felt weird, walking in such an odd dress.
In the next two hours, I was running in and out of the dressing room, and up and down the runway. Boy, the costumes were bizarre. One was a yellow one that looked sort of like a lopsided pineapple, and one was a whole bunch of lights with a crown made out of lights. One had a newspaper for a hat!
My last dress looked somewhat wearable. It was black, and the only hard thing about it was that it kept my legs together so I couldn't walk very well. I felt like a mummy! Maybe because that's what it looked like. It was like I was bandaged up! I hobbled onto the runway, and then the 'bandage' got stuck. The bottom of the dress unwrapped. I tried to fix it by rolling back into it, but it tore.
I fell off the stage.
Everyone gasped and helped me up. "Are you okay?" Paolo looked very concerned. I smiled. Were all guys so worried when I fell? I mean, Gordo and Paolo looked so scared every time I fell. I wasn't made out of glass!
I sighed. "Yeah."
I frowned at my dress. This stuff was nutso! I hoped they'd let me pick out something normal for the concert. I went back into the dressing room to change, and I decided not to wear the red dress I had worn on the way here. I had brought an extra outfit, jeans, a pink shirt, and a denim jacket. I could save the dress for later. I stuffed it into my purse.
"So, which one did you like the best?" Paolo asked.
"To tell you the truth, none of them." I made a face.
"Ooookay, then. Then how would you like to go shopping?"
Animated Lizzie: Now you're speaking my language!
I grinned mischievously. "You have no idea of what you're getting yourself into."