Back on the Runway
Nico slithered across the runway graceful but professional while Woody and Vidal scrutinized the reaction of the press and critics. Cameras flashed repeatedly in the deafening silence of those determining the success for their comeback with their newest designs in the top-notch clothing design show.
“I can’t tell if they like us.” Vidal worried after the collapse of their images from the scandals two years before.
“Maybe they’re forgiving us.” Woody wrapped his arm around Vidal, attempting to comfort his lifelong partner.
They were at their peak when the Paparazzi crashed the private rotating party after a glamorous production of their outrageous clothes. It was not the typical cast party that New Yorkers expected after rave reviews were published, but a monthly celebration of depravity with sex orgies and drugs involving everyone in the underground. Nico was exposed in a room with other five naked women in precarious positions, tonguing and fingering their bodies in the least subtle methods, while Woody and Vidal were photographed in a closet with an eighteen year old who barely was a man. The scandal sheets displayed Nico dancing in a dive male bar, scantily clothed in a thong and wrapped around a pole. The press shocked the clothing design industry with the photos and stories printed in magazines.
Nico, Woody and Vidal’s successful images were ruined at least for two previous years when they hit rock bottom, but they were on their way for a rebound that night at least they hoped. No applause continued as Nico continued to stroll across the floor with more outfits that screamed a drastic change for style.
Nico went through rehab while Woody and Vidal created their wildest fantasies for a woman to wear not only in New York but Europe too. They spent every dime they had to attempt this comeback. They knew it was success or failure for the rest of their lives.
Finally Woody and Vidal put the finishing touches on the final dress Nico would exhibit for the night.
“Are you ready girl?” Vidal kissed Nico.
Woody patted her on her ass behind the curtain, sending her out on stage. Her platinum hair was a perfect match to the sleek white dress clinging to her thin figure. Her bare exposed legs moved slowly, followed by the delicate train behind her. She turned suddenly, stopping to gaze directly over the people in the front row. Blinded by the light of the flashes she smiled, waving a kiss from her lips like Marilyn Monroe.
Thunderous applause ricocheted throughout the auditorium. Back stage Vidal picked up Woody, kissing him joyfully.
“I told you not to worry.” Woody yelled above the audience.