Fene’s POV


    “Okay, I think thebinations are perfect. Let’s agree. Don’t forget to style your hair a bit tousled and not too straight like it is now,” Oscar continued to instruct me repeatedly.


    What else could I say other than “Yes, Oscar” or “Of course, Oscar”?


    Ugh, I should have known Oscar was like any other fashion designer. He was even more meticulous and finicky. I guess that’s why he was the best.


    After all the costume fittings, we still brainstormed how to go on stage. I don’t know how many times we talked about it, but our ideas seemed to run out.


    “I still think we need a passionate moment as a sign of the beginning of your performance. Just being called or the lights being turned off and then using spotlights somehow seems less original and less natural,” Oscar said with his hands raised like spotlightmps.Text ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    “Do you want us to naturally advance on stage?” n confirmed this again.


    “Yes. You know, like a sh mob, or when people suddenly dare toe up and dance on stage. The event will be more lively and exciting if done spontaneously,” Oscar exined his vision once again for the main performance tomorrow at his club.


    “We’ll try it, Oscar. The models will be ready to liven up the event too, so we don’t have to worry that the atmosphere will be dull. We’ll make sure the party atmosphere explodes spontaneously,” n tried to reassure Oscar once more.


    After an extended ten-minute discussion, Oscar finally left. I, Jessy, n, and the dance instructor remained silent in the practice room. We all thought about how to meet Oscar’s request for a spontaneous and natural atmosphere, but for some reason, none of us could form a favorable idea.


    “Damn, my brain’s stuck!” n eximed hoarsely.


    “My head hurts,” I said, holding my forehead.


    Really, I’m not used to thinking this hard. Creativity isn’t my forte, so I’m not sure I can contribute an idea.


    “Oh,e on. I think we’re all exhausted. Also, n, when ites to spontaneity and impulsive decisions, Fene is an expert,” Jessy said with an irritated sigh.


    “What do you mean?” I furrowed my brow.


    It seemed tiredness was beginning to gnaw at me bit by bit. I felt offended by Jessy’s earlier remark. It was small, but it made me ufortable.


    “I mean, you’re sure to be able to solve this stage entrance issue easily. I believe in you; you’ll find a solution tomorrow that satisfies Oscar,” Jessy tried to reassure me.


    “Yes, of course. Three sses of vodka are enough to make me act crazy,” I grumbled irritably.


    “Great. Do that, and I’ll promptly answer your call. Whenever you’re ready and the time is right, I’ll go up on stage to wee you. Jessy will also be ready near the DJ.” n intervened to mediate between me and Jessy.


    “I guess that really is the best n for now,” I said quickly, shrugging my shoulders.


    ***


    “Hm, this is so good,” I sighed.


    Jessy and I decided to end our intense debate. Both of us agreed that we were so tired that emotions easily red up. After contacting our regr spa, we immediately asked the taxi driver to change the route.


    Now both of us were rxing in a private room reserved just for us. The private room at our regr spa has separating curtains. So, we could still spend time together, chatting and letting our bodies be massaged by our regr masseuses.


    “Yes, finally we can rx a bit.” Jessy sighed deeply too.


    “I still don’t understand why Oscar asked a model like me to fill in at the event with dancing. I mean, there are many other dancers who are much better than me. He even has his own strippers. God, he owns the club.”


    I groaned in frustration over this project. It’s not that I’m not happy about getting a new, challenging job. It’s just that I feel this challenge is a bit too much for me.


    “What if this project fails and doesn’t meet Oscar’s expectations? You saw it yourself, right? He kept talking about natural spontaneity,” I continued to protest to Jessy.


    “He doesn’t want a professional dancer. He thinks theyck novelty and spontaneity. He wants something unexpected. He wants the party to be lively, as if his club attracted people to do the unexpected.” Jessy exined it patiently.


    “Do you remember the party theme? Leap of destiny. That’s why he asked for a model from Gene. While professional dancers just be the background,” Jessy exined.


    “Yes, I know his philosophy. He repeats it by saying that he opened the club as a leap of fate,” I said as my masseuse massaged my stiff back.


    “So, do I really have to literally leap onto the stage?” I asked.


    “That’s what Oscar wants,” Jessy said softly.


    I finally fell silent again, pondering over all of Oscar’s requests that seemed unreasonable. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any other choice.


    “Besides, he still wants his clothes showcased by a model who looks like she’s having fun. He doesn’t want someone he doesn’t know wearing his clothes.” Jessy’s voice started to fade into her increasingly heavy breathing.


    Little did I know Oscar de Ragetti was such an arrogant person. He’s just like the fashion designers I know. They’re all the same. They’re too proud of their own work.


    Ironically, no matter how bored I am with those arrogant fashion designers, I rely on them to hire me as a model for their clothes.


    “Just make sure I don’t drink more than four sses. You know what happens when I exceed my tolerance when I’m with Laird,” I said with my eyes closed.


    “If that night repeats, I think it’s good. Isn’t that what you want? I can’t wait to chat more with Laird,” Jessy eximed with a high tone.


    “That’s why I rejected the idea of getting drunk just toply with Oscar’s spontaneity. I’m afraid I won’t remember the dance moves if I get drunk.” I groaned.


    “Ah, yes. I understand. If I were you, I wouldn’t want to lose the memory of Laird, even for a moment, just to enjoy every second of it,” Jessy giggled.


    “Ugh, I mean, I don’t want to just be a mere pleasure-bunny to him without any feelings at all,” I said again, resting my head back on the pillow.


    “Yes, of course. You want your rtionship to be special.” Jessy sounded weaker. He seemed drowsy.


    “Isn’t that how it should be? Laird and I have a special rtionship.”


    “I don’t want to ruin it with a rtionship without feelings. You know, I want to make him like me consciously and genuinely, not just because of alcohol.”


    I fell silent, enjoying the massage with my eyes closed. My words received no further response. Then I heard Jessy’s distinctive snoring.