Function vs Fashion [Night]

Today was a very important day in my fashion career. I MUST show these careers what fashion is. Their outfits is one of the biggest things that all tributes need. It's not just about looking the best, but it is also about making the best first impression not on just the Capitol, but possible sponsors. However, we have a few careers that were forced volunteered to take a special day with some of the designers in the corporation. They all must think that it is a waste of time being here with us, and that being all flashy and stunning is all worthless, but they will soon know it's importance. The tiny office was very quiet, and I was patiently waiting on which career that would be placed in my arms for this day. Whoever would have the luck to be under my wing should be very grateful, I mean, the building IS named after mwah! My nimble fingers picked up the files on each career that is taking lessons with a stylist today, and my eyes scanned over each face. One pretty face easily caught my eyes, and I scanned over the name of this dazzling girl. Her name was actually one of the more interesting ones, ad wasn't something I have seen multiple times before. Aislyn Marisca. That name couldn't ring a bell in even the brightest of minds. This is the girl I want. The Face, the name, everything seemed perfect about her. A voice started to come over the intercom, and I instantly knew who the voice was. "Mrs.Vasquez, your career is coming in the elevator right now."

I started to panic. I wasn't expecting someone up here for another ten minutes. My fingers fumbled across my forest green hair, straightening it out to the best of my abilities. The tree-like dress I was wearing just barley went pass my ankles, and I tried to stretch it down farther with no success. If you looked at me from a distance, you would think I'm a tree. I love to surprise all the new people I meet through my outfits, and some cowardly back away because they are scared of me. My ears caught on to the elevator stopping, and I patiently waited for the doors to open to reveal the young soul that would be spending a few hours with a fashionita like myself. The figure that stepped out of the elevator took me by surprise, because it was the exact girl that I was hoping I would get. She didn't look like the happiest person in the world, but I will soon change that. Her high pitched voice started to speak up, and she even sounded like she was furious. "Hello, what the hell with lights?" That wasn't the best thing to say to make a good first impression, and her language put me into utter shock. Does she know WHO she is dealing with? I needed to keep myself calm, I mean, she is just a teenager, she doesn't know better, right?

My own personal reason of the brightness of the lights was to keep myself awake. The night before was a long night, because I needed to get the designs ready to present to the winner of the 60th Games the new designs that were based off of him, and I never got back to my home to get any sleep. The only reason I am still awake right now is because I drank too much coffee. I wasn't going to tell the young teen the real reason I have all the bright lights on at once, so I thought up a reasonable excuse. "Well, I never really noticed the lighting, since I do spend most of my day stuck in this hell hole of a office." Even though I didn't approve of bad language, I knew It was the best approach to take with Aislyn. A smile started to cross no my dark green lips, and I gestured the young lady to come inside the office. I tried to keep a positive attitude, but the effects of the coffee were slowly running out. I stumbled over to my desk in the 5" heels, and grabbed the only seat that was available. My nimble fingers dug through my multiple sheets of paper, listing all the careers, and I finally came across Aislyn's note. The rest of the papers were slapped to the side, and the only paper laying on the desk was the young girl that was in front of mes paper. My eyes scanned over the big points on the sheet, then I looked over to Aislyn. "Oh, and I am Layla Vasquez. You can call me Layla, Mrs.Vasquez, or whatever makes you feel comfortable."

I was prepared to start the lesson with this girl, because by her facial expressions, she looks like she just entered a torture chamber. I tried to keep the mood at a high positive, and asked her such a basic question that anyone could answer. "So, Aislyn, what do you personally think fashion is for in the games?"

I already were having second thoughts of this teen. She seemed nice through her profile, but a snob in person. She may just be a young child, but she acts like she is a spoiled rich kid. Most likely, she is, but I needed to focus on the main thing I am here for. To teach her about fashion. Silence was going through the room as the young lady was thinking through what she would respond. A friendly smile was across my face, as I patiently waited for the young girl's response. My eyes glanced back down at the slip of paper containing all of the information about her, and I was hoping for a nice, intelligent response from the girl. Her voice was starting to come through, and I was getting desperate for her opinion on what fashion does for her in the games. "Fashion is for show. It's all for the Capitoles, the sponsors. Being strong and smart doesn't get you far enough, you need sponsors, I guess the stuff you wear into the arena is fashion too, right?"

I was enraged when the girl thought to fashion as just a "show." Fashion is more then just that. It is how you can express yourself without having to speak. I express myself today as a very natural person, and how much I admire the nature around me. I technically can't choke her, since it would be considered "child abuse.", but if I could, I would take that chance. A snarl escaped from the girls mouth, and she looked at me in a very sarcastic manner. "Well, is that sort of the answer you were looking for?" No, it wasn't, you little brat. My mind was jotting down mental notes on the girls personality. Rude, disrespectful, doesn't really give a fuck.. I tried to keep a happy face, even though my face wanted to look irritated. No, I can't show any sort of weakness to a girl a few years younger then me. And besides, I need to keep a good reputation around here, or else I will crash and burn.

I was fumbling across what to say next to the girl. I needed to keep it in a positive tone, and try not to sound anywhere near furious. My voice sounded clear and confident, even though I did crack slightly in mid-sentence. "Well, that was a i-interesting response, Aislyn." The girl still had that negative attitude, which I hope would melt away by the end of this lesson with her. I cleared my throat, and started to speak up once again. "Fashion is more then just show. You need to make the best first impression, and out do the other tributes, right? I bit my lip as I waited for the young girl's response, and I was expecting a very sarcastic one.