The drive?
Some days a flowing river
Others jerking sporadically
From red light to red light.
The parking?
Unpredictable as the weather.
One day a menu of options
Others a rare discovery.
My entrance?
A full hour before the party begins
I craftily sneak in the stage entrance.
9-1/2 years as media my golden ticket.
The preparation?
A single seat in the same space
Season after season after season.
Coat and handbag marking my throne.
What next?
Heels are swapped for flats
Shots taken of my daily look
Smiling images with others a joy.
The doors open!
Let the games behind
A stream of humanity arrives
Jockeying to find seats of their own.
The curtain rises.
Fabric swirls, colors pop
Models strut to rhythmic beats
Or float to sultry strains.
The bigger picture.
My eyes first look wide
The silhouette, the palette
The movement, the impact.
Then come the details.
Flat seams, no loose threads
Unique darts, creative embellishment
And hopefully the perfect fit.
Lastly, the final walk through.
Each model and every look pass
A fast review and the designer
Standing proud, bowing with a smile.
The evening closes.
Three to ten collections later
Heels swapped for comfy flats
Inspired, yet tired, I exit slowly.
The party's over.
The final show has been applauded
The lights dimmed, and it's back to reality
Yet dreams of next fashion season already stir.
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