Paris, France.
(Three weeks later)
"Are all the models ready?!" A male person in a silver sequined pants and shirt and a black leather bow made to look like a hat was yelling at the entrance of the backstage room, his hands cutting sharply through the air along with his question. The numerous people walking, running and sitting around all chorused a yes in unison to answer the question thrown at them while simultaneously doing their jobs, conversation buzzing like it was a hive of bees in there and the male person clapped their hands together twice.
