Anticipation was nagging at her, and she couldn't stop moving, whether it was tapping her foot, playing with the camera around her neck, popping her chewing gum or just constantly moving around. Soon, Rico had to intervene and calm her nerves.

"Everything will go smoothly Emilene. Please, you are making the models and myself nervous! Why don't you go take a breather and I will call you over the ear buds when we are ready to start."

Emilene nodded and made her way out the back door. She could see the rows of limos lining the streets as guests began to arrive for the show. She felt the anticipation turn into nausea, looking around outside she spotted several rusty trashcans. Emilene ran behind them and let her body take over. Never had her nerves overcome her as such, but after a few seconds she felt better and walked back to the backstage.

She grabbed a donut and a can of Coke, while eating the chaos was unfolding in front of her. The pale faced, overly thin models were being rushed to makeup, and colors of metallic maroon, black, silver, gold, white and blue donned the delicate faces. Some of the models had small crystals glued to their faces, to accentuate the bold makeup designs. Then there was the hair! Braids twirled into poufy balls, feathers, sticks, and whatever else the hairstylists could get their hands on were woven into the female model's hair. The men had it easy, their hair was just slicked back and looked extremely greasy and wet. But it was the wardrobe that was causing such a riot. Marc really outdid himself with this line, it was something almost futuristic, black leather, white leather, metal studs, black feathers and hints of silver silk and cotton adorned his creations.

Her head began to swirl from the sugar and Emilene was ready to tackle the day. Suddenly, a loud screeching noise made her grab her head and yank out the ear bud in her ear. Once the screeching stopped she placed it back in her ear.

"…Damn it. These things are useless! Emilene, come up to the walkway now, guests are starting to enter and I need you to start walking around the venue taking shots of everyone."

On my way Rico. She hastily finished up the last of her soda and tossed the can into a blue recycle bin near her feet.

Models were giving her looks, perhaps because they haven't had a decent meal in years. Or maybe they were counting the calories Emilene just consumed and the thought of all the sugary sweetness going straight to their butts was just sickening.

That's why I do what I do, and you prance around in clothing no one buys. Plus I could snap you in half with my two fingers.

Being around all the arrogance was starting to wear on her. She chuckled as she kept the insults coming in her mind, knowing that the models were doing the same to her.

She pulled aside the white silk curtain and gasped. Some of the guests?

Rico should have been more specific and said that at least a few hundred of them showed up. She started to walk around in the mass of silk, chiffon, leather, diamonds, cheap perfume, fake casualties and whispered rumors.

Actors, actresses, models, singers, bands and trophy wives swirled around her. It was easy blending in to the background, snapping photos of couples talking, groups playfully telling jokes, and the dark corner were others were being scandalous. It was exhilarating and became a high for Emilene.

That's when the jet black Mohawk stopped her. She was allured by it and made her way over to the head that occupied it.

"Bill?"

"Emma!" Bill excitedly said while pulling her into a hug.

"I didn't know you were going to be here! This is exciting, but also now a bit nerve racking. Is Tom here also?"

Bill nodded and tilted his head. "Why is my being here going to make you nervous?"

Emilene tried to quiet her giggling. "It's when you make faces and give me looks like that! I will be distracted and not be able to do my job."

Bill worked himself into several poses, with Emilene taking his photos. Bill looked beautiful no matter how he was dressed. With his Mohawk, tight black jeans, black shoes, black t-shirt with a black jacket over it, Bill just looked stunning.

"Now my dear, I must go and find Tom so we can take out seats. Please come by, I know Tom would enjoy to see you for a moment." Bill gave Emilene a hug and made his way through the crowd.

After about an hour of working her way around the venue, Emilene decided to look for Bill and Tom. She started scanning the crowd when she spotted Bill's Mohawk in the front row. It took her a while to make her way over to the twins, when she got to them she sat down on the floor trying to catch her breath.

"Oh Emma! Take some of me looking like this!" Bill lowered his eyebrows, and opened his mouth slightly into a seductive pose. Tom just sat there with his eyebrows slightly raised. Emilene picked up her camera and snapped several photos of the twins with Bill shifting in a different pose each time.

"Ok Bill, I think that I have at least a few hundred photos of you now."

"Not enough! You may have a hundred, but I may look horrid and awful in most of them!"

"Bill just wishes that he could be so good looking like myself!" Tom joked.

Emilene looked over and saw the huge grin Tom had plastered on his face. He got up and gave her a big hug and a small kiss on her cheek.

As they were pulling away he whispered into her ear, "You look beautiful."

His words made Emilene blush. She looked down at her outfit and didn't think it was anything special. Compared to what everyone else was wearing, it looked like rags. Her feet were starting to throb in her three inch black heels, but the black leggings she wore, left her feeling cool, as they weren't thick like her jeans. She had a sheer, white one-shoulder tunic over a blush silver camisole underneath. Tom's gift adorned her neck, and her hair was down and curly, but after an hour in the venue, she pulled it into a messy ponytail.

"You should speak for yourself Tom." She winked back at him. Tom, also like Bill, was dressed in all black; even the scarf around his neck was black with a few hints of silver in it.

The dj switched the music and that was Emilene's cue to get to her post on the side of the runway. "I hate to cut this short, but I need to get to my post on the side of the runway."

Tom nodded and gave Emilene another hug, this time having it last a little longer. She closed her eyes and inhaled his scent, the warmth of his body sent shivers down her spine.

"Emilene! Emilene where are you? You need to get to the runway NOW!" Rico screamed in her ear.

Sighing she waved to Tom. "Duty calls." She pushed through the crowd until she got to her spot on the runway's side.

At least I can somewhat squat and sit for the time being.

The show was amazing! Although Emilene would never wear any of the clothing modeled, it was fascinating seeing all of it pulled together. She knew the shots she got were going to be amazing and please Rico. The music changed again and the venue went dark, smoke began pouring onto the stage and around the runway. She didn't remember this in rehearsals, it could have happened after she left but Rico would have had her stay. Small white lights began to light up the room and the back of the runway. A figure stepped out onto the stage, for a minute it looked like a monster somewhat. The figure was tall, and had feathers on their shoulder. More lights began coming on to reveal that it was Bill!

Emilene grabbed her camera and began taking shots like rapid fire. She was smiling and cheering on Bill as he made his debut on the runway. He looked like he truly belonged on it, and was stunning. Modeling was Bill's second coming.

After Bill's debut, he walked the runway one more time with Marc and the show was over. Emilene stayed put as the guests made their way out of the venue. She kicked off her heels and rubbed her tried, sore feet.

"You shouldn't be the one doing that." The sultry voice startled her.

Tom walked over in front of Emilene and sat on the floor. "Let me."

He gently grabbed her right foot and began to rub it. Emilene started to giggle and almost kicked Tom in the face. "I'm sorry! My feet are ticklish."

"It's ok." Tom smiled and resumed with the left foot.

"Bill was phenomenal. I had no idea he was going to walk!"

"He met with Marc several times in private to go over everything."

That was why he wasn't at rehearsals; it was a nice surprise for everyone in attendance; not to mention that Bill is a natural.

The ear bud started buzzing in her ear. "Emilene, come backstage so we can wrap up."

"Sorry Tom, I have to go backstage to wrap up a few things."

She put her heels back on and Tom helped her up. He grabbed the camera from around her neck and carried with him as they made their way backstage. Unlike earlier, half of the stations were already packed up and gone. Makeup and hair stylists left for the after parties or to go home, a few fashion coordinators strayed behind zipping up the clothing in their protective garment bags. Emilene found Rico near the back door talking to the other photographers.

"There you are Em! So how did your first show go?"

Pulling out her ear bud, she took the camera from Tom's hand and gave it to Rico. She watched his face as he glanced over her shots, he had a stone face and Emilene didn't know whether that was good or not. Years she has known Rico and usually his face gives away what he is thinking, but today it was emotionless. Perhaps the lack of sleep, and added amounts of stress were taking its toll on him. When he was done he handed the camera back to Emilene.

"I have flagged the ones that are acceptable, you did a wonderful job Em. There are more than enough quality photos, on Monday we are going to discuss what this means for you." Rico glanced over Tom's way. "Perhaps you go and enjoy your last two days here in Europe, I will see you at the airport on Sunday. Again, great job."

Rico walked away with the other photographers who were sulking over their cameras. Emilene assumed it was because they probably didn't fair as well as her.

Tom slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. "I could think of a few things we could do for your last two days here."

A sly smile spread across both of their faces. "Well let's start with some food, if I don't eat anything pretty soon I will look like one of the models."

They both chuckled and made their way out into the warm night.