I took part in a fashion show.Im not sure how it begins, but I remember after the fashion show the most vividly.All of the models gathered in the middle of the stage after the audience has left. The coordinator, I dont know her name, but she looks old to be a model, so I just assume she is the coordinator.She starts calling out peoples names, and when she does, they answer her, and she gives them feedback on how they performed in the show.She calls my name, I answer, she tells me good job.She calls another girls name, she answers, once again good job.She calls Dustins name, who I met on Spring Break (and was looking at pictures of earlier the day before), he answers, and she says nice job.But then I hear him murmur under his breath, thanks grandma.I lightly hit him and tell him she is the main coordinator, he shrugs and says nothing else, but seems unfazed.Then the coordinator calls the first of two girls, who are currently freshmen at, that I met last week.They answer, she tells nice job to one, but she tells the other that she seemed distracted.Somehow, I know the reason.I simply call out Daddy, and that twin takes off and I run after her.I catch up to her, and we start walking through a series of white tunnels that are hanging over the runway, and I make her call her father.I walk with her the entire conversation, but hear anything specific about the conversation.After shes done, she hangs up, and we are somehow back on the runway, and she looks more composed, and I start floating away, while I still see the models role call happening beneath me.
