Floriography: Red Roses
Chapter 17
After that the MC immediately closed the conversation and let Violetta go down and present Aya Eiko to the stage. Tracy sighed and stood up, still playing Gracy perfectly. He doesn't care about the guy who calls him Tracy Manson. Tracy was also quite famous, so it's possible that the people mistook her for Tracy. Not that the more famous Gracy then they don't look like twins right?
Aya Eiko starts her song subtly. Tracy also moved her lips against the lyrics of the song Aya that she had memorized since yesterday. As the song enters the second stanza, Nana enters with the large white-covered umbrella. Tracy tried to peek, but he was in the back row, he couldn't see anything.
The queue highlighted all the backstage activities, and the camera stopped at Tracy. Tracy still casually whispered the lyrics of Aya Eiko's singing, while shrugging her small shoulders while showing off her dress a little, she then blew a small kiss to the camera with a centil and the camera left her.
The line in front of Tracy began to shorten, and Tracy got closer to the backstage door. The sound of an electric guitar began to play and one more model was left in front of Tracy.
“I keep running even though I don't know when the storm will end.”
Tracy barged through the entrance, just as the last model was back on stage. Tracy walked faster this time, her smile knotted and her lips still following Aya Eiko's lyrics.
“I cannot choose my path, I must be safe.” Tracy walked over to Aya who was singing towards her and extended her hand towards Aya. Aya welcomes him, Tracy keeps walking, then lets herself walk back a few steps before removing Aya's hand and then back
facing forward.
“No trust, gives you a pain called freedom.” Tracy removed the shawl she was wearing on her shoulder, and attached it to her arm while transferring her weight to her left leg.
“So now stand up, again, and again.”
Tracy flicked the end of her short skirt a little, making the tail of her dress go bumpy. He blinked his eyes at the camera, then walked back towards Aya.
“In the field you are heading to now the snow has gathered.” Tracy circled around Aya, slowly staring at the singer, Aya was immersed in her own song.
“Simple white future.” Aya looks at Tracy who has finished her lap and again grabs Tracy's hand that welcomes her, before she lets go and Tracy walks back.
The song slowly ends with a violin and vocalizing Aya. The runway floor is covered with snow and
every step that touched him was as if they had completely touched a pile of snow and left footprints. Tracy stops in the middle and turns to face Aya Eiko, then curtsy and blows a kiss forward, who knows who saw because Aya Eiko was in front of her and all eyes were on Aya. But Tracy was already immersed in the atmosphere, and she walked back to the stage, greeted by the arms of several models, Candice, and the camera was always ready.
“You memorized that song?!” Candice whispered loudly, realizing the song was dead and the audience's applause also began to subside. Tracy chuckles, she's back to herself.
“Violetta memorized the song, so I was forced to memorize the song.” At least it brings good things to him.
“Good work.” Shu's whisper approaches Tracy to hug her.
“You too.” Tracy whispered, and the other models began to hug each other, relieved by the finished presentation.
Tracy walked up to the dresser and took off her right boot, and saw a small puffiness start to turn blue there, right near her ankle. Tracy put her foot back in the shoe.
No matter what happens, he doesn't want anyone to know.
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“Cheers!”
Glasses of champagne toast. The hotel ballroom room occupied by Tim Naka was already rented that night, and after the press, all the VIP guests, some celebrities, some great figures in the world of fashion, beauty, beauty, and photography gathered in the room. The lights are turned off, and the colorful spotlight lights are turned on. The DJ played Jazz and R&B songs even before the guests entered the room. A couple of waiters in black long-sleeved one-piece dresses walked around, carrying drinks and small meals on white trays.
“Your performance is amazing, Manson. How long have we not seen you in fashion?”
Tracy laughed. This same question has been thrown about seven times since the party began. Tracy has had four glasses of champagne since then. I don't know what Tracy would be, she's sure she wouldn't get drunk.
“Two years? There may be.” Answer Tracy. The girl raised her eyebrows.
“Wah, why the hell did you decide to no longer modeling? Your skills are professional. Too bad.”
Tracy just nodded small. He remembered that this girl was the girl who did the editorial photos with him for Eye magazine at that time. She is a well-known model, a young model who is often in style for High-fashion magazines. Name's Leah? Tracy doesn't remember much either, but the girl still seems to remember.
“I don't take modeling a thing I'm going to take seriously. I have to focus on my books and my writing.” Tracy answered again, like she was reading a drama script that she was continuing to repeat.
“And I was so inspired by the runway today. I rarely run the runway you know, but because of you I want to go back up there.” Leah turned her head to look towards the DJ stage, perhaps imagining a runway today. Tracy looked up at the DJ stage.
Yeah, Tracy agrees. Once you've gone up there you'll keep wanting to go up there.
Like opium.
“Do it! You'll look beautiful up there.” Tracy looked at the clothes the girl was wearing. White suit stelan and matching white material pants. Her hair was neatly styled tied down below. The girl was beautiful, her facial lines were sharp with a strong bone structure, almost looking masculine. But her lips are laced with cherry red lipstick looks thick and sensual, with a pair of blue eyeballs that appear shady.
Leah nodded, her eyes still on stage, then she looked back at Tracy and smiled.
“If I get a runway, I'll send you an invitation. Good work Manson, I hope we meet at other fashion events later.” Leah patted Tracy on the shoulder and walked away to approach the other guests. How to walk on the runway. The original model is different.
Tracy empties the champagnet she is holding, and picks up a new glass.
“This isn't the first time you've been on runway?”
Tracy rolled her eyes automatically. He brought his glass to his lips and sipped a little of his drink.
“You always talk like you know me. You shouldn't have to ask me that question again if you already know me.” Tracy answered without turning around. Louis Troy was standing behind him.
Not long after that the man stood beside her, carrying the same glass.
“You asked for how much by Naka?”
“You are a photographer or a journalist?”
“Actually you like modeling right?”
“You are a photographer or a journalist?”
“So right are you sure you will lose to Gracy?”
“You are a photographer or a journalist?”
Louis took his breath.
“I'm a photographer, but you're something, Tracy Manson. I don't have a voice recorder, neither does my camera turn on you can answer my questions. Everything off-the-record.”
“I can or can't answer your question not you can specify.” Tracy turned her head towards Louis, completely staring at the photographer this time. Louis looked back at him.
leaving Louis, but Louis held his arm.
Yes, holding his arm again was like the first day they met.
But this time it's different.
Tracy wasn't as strong that day, she felt good. Tracy drank her champagnet without moving, standing still. And now that he was moving, the effects of the alcoholic drink began to be felt.
Again, just like backstage, just before Tracy's knee had touched the floor, Louis held her back.
Tracy felt she was deja vu.
“You drink too much.” Louis puts his own champagnes on a nearby table, then picks up Tracy's glasses and removes them as well. Louis maintains Tracy's body which is still ugly.
“Come, I'll take you to your room. What number?”
“Stop giving me questions.” Tracy rubbed her forehead, and she tried to let go of her hand that Louis had grabbed. He hated people who were not close to him.
“Do not trouble me now, what is your room number?”
“Whispering!” Tracy pulled her hand once more. Louis sighed, and carried Tracy sitting in one of the chairs, and walked away somewhere. Tracy rubbed her forehead again, which was starting to hurt. He realized how drunk he was. I hope everyone he spoke to wasn't offended.
But judging from all of Tracy's answers that were just repeated like a broken tape, most likely no one was aware of the awkwardness behind Tracy's mask. Everything is safe, maybe.
Louis walked back to Tracy and clasped his hand and took her out of the room. Tracy gives up and goes with Louis this time. She felt nauseous and Tracy would not vomit in the middle of the party.
“You.... really have to learn not to carelessly hold women like this.” Tracy pulls her hand back from Louis when they're in the elevator. Louis did not let go, but the grip loosened.
“You think we can lower you, but we are still human, we have feelings.” Tracy started babbling. Louis just listened. Tracy's room is on the eleventh floor, their trip will eat quite a lot of time.
“Moreover photographers like you!” Tracy pushes Louis to the side of the elevator, and this time also puts her index finger on Louis' chest. “You seem to know everything, you know us like you're a close friend or something.” Tracy grunting. “We all have our own masks! Don't be naive! To get to know someone it takes time, amateur, let me tell you from now on, so you don't be arbitrary with other models.”
Louis just sighed and straightened Tracy's body, leaning on Louis's body and facing the door again.
“You...” Tracy growling. “So you seem very, very curious to know my personal life, what I feel, what I think, what I want, don't want, this, that and all the other nonsense. Now you shut up? I'm talking now, asshole, ask me to let you be satisfied, so that after that you can leave me alone!”
The bell lift rang out loud, and the door opened on the eleventh floor. Louis pulls Tracy out of the elevator and takes her to room 1128. Louis pointed at the door in front of them.
“Lock.” Called brief. Tracy clicked her tongue and reached into her chain bag and pulled out the room key card, and attached it to the door that automatically unlocked it. Louis pushed the door open and quickly took the card out of Tracy's hand and placed it in its place on the wall, the lights and air conditioning lit up immediately and Louis went inside.
Tracy cleared her throat a little, a little panic, but it turned out her room was pretty neat. The hotel staff came to
tidy up stuff. Louis took off his grip, and took Tracy's chain bag and put it on the table. He pointed at Tracy's bed.
“Sit.”
Tracy clicked her tongue again. Why is the man so irritable to speak?
“I really want to sit down before you tell me.” Tracy drops her body on the edge of the bed and notices Louis kneeling and touching Tracy's shoes.
Tracy almost kicked him, but Louis' grip was strong enough on his leg and he felt really tired.
Tracy has no power left to fight anyone. He realized that he had not rested since. He had only eaten once, in the morning when the hotel gave him breakfast, then what went into his stomach was champagne and a few pieces of milk tart served at the party. As he sat on his bed, he,
his body immediately felt tired.
Tracy notices Louis taking off his boots one by one. Tracy doesn't know Violetta's going to have a party here, so she doesn't come in any party dress. Violetta finally pulled out one of the dresses she was carrying, a deep red cocktail dress with a fluffy skirt. Tracy was forced to return to wearing the black high-heeled boots she wore yesterday.
Louis touches one side of Tracy's leg and a stabbing pain strikes Tracy and she pulls her leg slightly from Louis's hand. Tracy lifted her legs slightly to look.
Yup.
The swelling had grown and blackened.
“I thought you hurt your ankle when you fell backstage.” Louis snorted little. “Automateur model.”
Tracy frowning. But it's true, Tracy's an amateur model, so she doesn't even want to retaliate. Tracy is more upset by the fact that she believes Louis has been quiet since he saved the attack earlier. Thinking of the nickname she could give Tracy in return for the rant that Tracy had been telling her all along.
“Sleep. If your legs are still swollen tomorrow don't be stupid and just shut up, tell Reth or Miss Naka.” Louis stood up, his eyes still watching Tracy's swollen legs.
“Hm.” Tracy grunted in annoyance. “Do not pretend to care, amateur photographer.”
Louis shook his head in disbelief.
“Do Not.Stupid.” Deuteronomy while emphasizing his words. He shook his waist and breathed.
“Sleep.” Whisper, the photographer walked out of Tracy's room and left.
Tracy sizzles in annoyance and turns around to throw her body at the Mattress and presses her face into the thick hotel blanket.
Tracy screamed loudly at the blanket.
“Why when I don't want anyone to know about the swelling that at the end of it know is the jerk... Louis.... Troy!!” Tracy screamed again into her blanket then she sighed and rolled on her back. His breath began to run out in his blanket.
The light of her room lights makes Tracy's eyes squeak, she hates the room is bright. He forced himself to stand up, turned on the sleeping lights and walked to the bathroom to clean the makeup.
The pain in his right leg is now felt. Somehow, but Tracy could forget the pain
to day. This pain hurts so much. And he had to stomp his feet on the runway, twice in high heels.
Tracy looked at her face reddened by the alcohol on the glass. He looks fucked. If only the room had not been dark, his face would have looked very blushing.
“Hm...” Tracy smiles at the reflection of her face on the glass.
“A fun and annoying day.”
