Warning: this is a work of fiction, any resemblance to names, people, facts or real life situations is entirely coincidental. All names have been changed to protect the identity of those involved, let us pray to the Lord ... Hosanna in the highest !!! kkkkkkk
After being thrown to the lions and almost turning pit viper food (in the best sense of the word, of course) now I understand everything I've heard about the fashion world but had never been able to understand.
My show today was a brand that I love, I am a customer for years and was really looking forward to watch! I was light, happy and bouncy for my third day of "jungle week." I was very elegant, I sat in my little place (front row, in case you guys have not heard the last 19 times I mentioned it in my recent posts ... hahahahahaha) and there I was, lovely, doing fine and looking at the movement before the show begin! The seats were being filled, photographers on all sides, it girls giving interviews, all in the most perfect chaos ever and I was there in my third day of fashion week thinking I had mastered that environment, smiling to everyone and chatting with the dear by my side.
They dimmed the lights, and people kept coming! Each "alien" that appeared in front of me I have murmured a mental "darn it" and moved my derriere (not small) to the side to make room for the new member of the front row! When all of us no longer breathed and we held the head up to see if we could pull the roof so the oxygen could enter, a creature from the staff visibly shaken screamed "where is Jane Doe place? I need to sit Jane Doe (by Jane Doe I mean: a very famous Brazilian TV actress)!! The whole front row made poker face pretending it was not with them ... hahahahahahaha!
The person continued walking insanely from one side to the other trying to find the place to sit her protegé, looking for seat numbers (or derriéres, in this case) until she stops in front of me and tells me, "you, who are you?" .. . I stopped breathing and cannot even answer to her at all - I wasn't breathing, let alone emitting a sound ... hahahahahaha! I try to mention my PR but the creature does not stop bawling in front of me: who are you, who are you, who are you ??? I need this place, I need to sit Jane Doe !!!!" After all who was NahNah???😂😂😂😂
I gathered the last bit of dignity that still was left, feeling in the movie "Devil Wears Prada", stand up in slow motion with my hair in the wind (that's a lie, because that day I had a sleek hairstyle, didn't move a hairline ... hahahahahaha ... poetic license) and make my triumphant exit from the show without looking back. The hysterical staff makes a relieved face and while she went looking for the actress, I went straight to the bathroom, go into a stall and start crying ... hahahahahaha !!! I have stayed there half hour, crying and listening repeatedly the one same song that was playing in the fashion show's bathroom.
I confess that this song (which until then I loved) plus the end of the toilet paper to blow my nose were responsible for making me get out of the bathroom and run to get a taxi, all I needed was the safety of my hotel room and a good room service ... hahahahahaha!
You know that at the end of the day I even found this to be a great story to tell my grandchildren in the future with a breaking voice "Cause in my first SPFW I was kicked out from the front row of the show ... How was the brand name, dear? Genny, Penny, Fenny ... " Oops !!
Full disclosure: I have not kept any grudge of the dear that kicked me out, we even met the next day, sealed the peace and I was enlightned enough to give her my blessing to kick out another newbie next time.... hahahahahaha! Amen!