A Shot at the Big Time by Christina McMullen

Author:Christina McMullen [McMullen, Christina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Christina McMullen
Published: 2016-10-20T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

I stood waiting for some sort of acknowledgement from this guy for a good two minutes before deciding that rudeness was a shared trait amongst the behind the scenes guys. The designer—Take told me his name, but I’d already forgotten—flitted about like some kind of hummingbird, laying out tools, arranging and rearranging fabric samples into groups, and generally fussing over his makeshift workspace like he was setting a dinner table for royalty. After another five minutes of the silent treatment, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Uh… I’m gonna run down and grab a quick sandwich. Want anything?”

Apparently that got his attention because his head snapped up and he eyed me as if I’d just suggested we go strangle puppies for fun.

“You certainly will not!”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Eating before a fitting? Not a good idea when working with unforgiving materials, darling. But by all means, if you want an ill-fitting costume that stretches and sags, then go, gorge yourself on carbohydrates.”

“O… kay then.”

I considered asking if a salad was acceptable, but decided to resign myself to temporary starvation rather than risk an outburst about fat calories in dressing. At least, I noticed as he continued to fuss with his many trappings, I didn’t have to worry about asking his name. Nearly every sketch laid out on the table was stamped with a logo in an overly flourished font.

Kostumes by Klaus.

Great. So I was dealing with this kind of Klassy Kat. Rather, I would be, eventually. Maybe. After the outburst over my audacious hunger, Klaus went back to fussing, arranging, and generally ignoring my existence. Every now and again he would pull a sheet from his portfolio, study it intently for a moment before sniffing indignantly, wadding it up, and tossing it into the trash bin in the corner of the room.

Finally, after what could have been days for all I knew since the room was devoid of windows, he pulled out a sketch, slapped it onto the table in front of me and said, “Your current uniform, if I am not mistaken?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s—”

“Wrong. All wrong.”

Like the others, this sketch was crumpled and tossed away.

“I’m glad you think so,” I said, somewhat relieved. I was never a fan of the skin tight leotard look and the one I wore as part of Take’s team had a bad habit of giving me a wicked wedgie. “I’ve got a couple of ideas…” I started but trailed off, seeing his absolute horror at the thought. Okay, I couldn’t get too mad about that. After all, he was the costume… err… kostume designer and I will be the first to admit that fashion isn’t really a high priority in my life.

“Oh no, do go on,” he said, fluttering his hand at me.

“Well… Okay,” I said with a shrug and pretended that I’d somehow missed the sarcasm dripping from his voice. “I was thinking of something that merged form with functionality. Maybe instead of a one piece leotard we could work with some cargo pants and a utility vest.

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