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6.Stylish & I Know It Pt. 2:
Despite them falling out, James and Rarity worked on their clothes for the Carousal Boutique's Défilé De Mode, a fashion runway show displaying the store's latest fashion lineup. They spent a good chuck of their time organizing, sewing, and trying on clothes for him to wear on the runway. Rarity stitched, crafted, bedazzled, and finished up James' clothes while he instructed her on how and what his new outfit should include.
James and Rarity weren't having nearly as much fun as they were starting out. During their work at the Carousal Boutique, James had prevented Rarity from sharing some of her fabric with Suri Polomare, a fellow intern also designing clothes for the big show. Because they got into a fiddle about generosity, Rarity and James were now at odds due to their own views on the matter, and stopped speaking each other soon after unless if needed.
Later in the afternoon, James left to meet his friends at Applejack's while Rarity stayed at the boutique to continue working on her wardrobe, including an emergency lineup for when things went wrong or the critics disapprove of her current lineup. She had more fun making the backup clothes than she did James'. Given how much inspiration she lost during their quarrel earlier, Rarity hadn't put much effort into James' outfits. Even as she went over and checked every inch, Rarity had little motivation to work on James' outfit and moved on to making extra clothes, as well as clothes for the rest of Thomas' friends.
[Thursday Evening]
Early in evening, the Boutique was bustling with people getting everything organized. Prim Hemline had requested a slight redecorating to the Boutique for the occasion. Painters stood on mobile scaffolds and tall ladders placed on the second and first floor. They used paint wheels and brushes to decorate the interior with clashing styles of pink, purple, yellow, red, white, and little touches of black.
The entire fashion show set up itself consisted of a single, narrowed, flat runway that ran all the way down near the entry doors to the back of the shop were the stairs led up to the second floor. Behind the platform was a large, maroon red curtain where models would wait to be called on. Canterlot City's top fashion journalist had already arrived, and were seated on cushioned chairs in between the catwalk. Fashion enthusiasts arrived as well to check out the show, making it a full house.
James, Rarity, as well as Suri and her assistant Coco, were on the second floor preparing for the show. They spent this time getting in some last-minute sowings, finishing touch ups, and adding accessories, gems, and other bedazzling items to their wardrobe. Prim Hemline entered the workspace and clapped both her hands together repeatedly to gain attention.
"Attention, Everyone! Carousel Boutique's Défilé De Mode will begin momentarily. Once we're done setting up backstage, you'll be readying your outfits for your run-through appointments."
Rarity felt nervous. James, on the other hand, couldn't be anymore excited. Highly respected people will be watching him show off brand-new clothes for people to admire. Suri was also nonchalant. She managed to fix up her own wardrobe well enough to rival Rarity's. Of course, it was mostly Coco and her seam work that compiled her clothes, but Suri could care less, so long as she had something to show. She wasn't worried about being outshined anymore. Prim faced Suri and Coco.
"You'll showcase your lineup first." Then she turned to Rarity. "Your model shall go after. We'll resume this pattern between each participant. Suri goes out, then James, and vice versa. We keep to a precise schedule, so let's try and adhere to some consistency, hmm?"
Everyone nodded. Prim then approached Rarity.
"You have that backup line ready, correct?"
Rarity nodded nervously.
"Good. These critics represent businesses whose profession is solely exclusive to women's fashion. So, I won't be the only one you're trying to convince. They will be the toughest critics to sway in your quest to justify male clothing in my boutique. Whatever you have planned, Miss Rarity, it had better work."
"Heh-heh. N-no worries, Miss Hemline. I'm sure my lineup will do them just."
Prim perked her chin up and headed back downstairs to the stage.
"I'll be downstairs if anyone requires my outlook."
Rarity waved back meekly to Miss Hemline as she left. She tried mustering a smile but expressed more stress and concern than excitement.
"You okay, Rarity?" James asked, noticing her discomfort.
"Fine, fine, just fine, James. Why wouldn't I be? Not like my whole career is on the line or anything!" A nervous laugh snuck up on her.
James was a bit surprised. Coco noticed this as well and wanted to go over and check up on Rarity. Suri, however, called her back with a finger snap and demanded that she stay focus on her work. Then, Rarity began pushing James towards her work station.
"Come, let's get you suited up before the big, important, be-all end-all show of the year!"
The two reached Rarity's work station. The area was cluttered with fabric, sketch drawings, boxes, yarn balls, books and tools for stitching. Painters were still on ladders working to paint the second floor, which made the entire second floor space even more crowded. There was also a chrome stand by her desk, presumably a mannequin, with a white cloth draped over it.
"Is this it?" James asked, examining the draped mannequin. "Is my outfit finished?"
"M-more or less," Rarity muttered.
James went for a peak under the sheets. But Rarity, in a heat of panic, gave his hand a gentle smack.
"No peaking!"
James rubbed his hand. "Wow. It must be really great if even I can't see it yet."
Rarity laughed sheepishly while her arms hid behind her back.
"You see?" James conceitedly. "Had I not stopped Suri from stealing your fabric, you would've never made my outfit as perfect as it is."
"Ugh," She face-palmed. "Not this again, James."
"But, I'm telling the truth, Rarity. Suri was going to steal your designs. I heard her say so myself!"
Surprised by what she overheard, Suri slyly eavesdropped from across her work station on their conversation.
Rarity sighed. "Look, Suri may be a bit, err, eccentric, but I can't imagine why she'd do something so drastic."
"Her materials aren't as good as yours, that's why. She doesn't even make her own clothes. She has Coco doing all the work."
Rarity paused to contemplate his statement, then became worried for Coco the more the thought about her. It did seem blatantly obvious that Coco was being neglected by Suri during their encounter yesterday. She wondered if his claims about Suri and Coco were also just as true as it sounded. Rarity approached James, still with his arms crossed, and rested her hand on his forearms.
"I appreciate you looking out for me, James. But, whether or not Suri really intended to pilfer my designs, the way you went about preventing it was still unnecessary."
"Rarity!" He said, fed up. "You being generous nearly ruined your whole lineup. Suri never deserved your offer and me preventing her from copying you only proves it. If anything, you should be thanking me."
"Oh, don't act like you're any better, mister!" Rarity fired back. "What makes you so deserving of all the help I'm giving as oppose to literally anyone else?"
"I can think of plenty reasons."
Suri was worried she'd had to intervene now that James knew about her earlier plan. But, seeing them going at each other assured her otherwise. She could sense the tension between the two greatly, which made her smirk upon seeing it unfold. Both James and Rarity glared at each other. Then, Suri approached the two while chuckling. She was wearing a purple and white sleeveless porcelain print flare dress with ruffles.
"Wow, loving the chemistry here. Can't wait to see it out on the runway," She laughed. "Okay?"
"Suri," Rarity said, chuckling sheepishly. "How long have you been listening?"
Suri's hands rest on her hips. "Long enough to hear all the slander I expected from a couple of shallow competitors."
James and Rarity shared a glance. A woman called for Suri to make her way to the runway.
"Gotta go! The road to fame and fortune calls!" Suri laughed, then firmly called Coco. "Coco! Work on my collection while I'm gone!"
Suri grinned a cunning smirk as she walked away while looking back at James and Rarity, both with their arms crossed and glaring at one another. Rarity then spoke severely to James.
"I do not want to hear another peep about 'your' outfit, or about Suri, generosity, or anything that for some reason has to revolve around you. Can we just agree to put this aside for tonight?"
James simply rolled his eyes.
"James," She asserted, sternly.
"Yes, yes, fine." He muttered. "Not a peep."
With all said and done, Rarity tired to chipper up a bit, feeling more excited for the fashion show again. Even James relaxed a little as he uncrossed his arms and wore a warm smile.
"Good!" She beamed. "Now, shall we get you prepped for the big show?"
"Yes, let's."
While Suri was on the runway, Rarity began fitting James for his first ensemble. The first item of clothing James bared was a stylish, cross hatch shirt designed in a red, all-over ditsy print pattern of contrasting colours. The shirt had short, turn up sleeves, full front button fastening, and a smart collar. His wore black, sliming, high fashion denim Jeans made with thick red designs along the thighs, knees, and calves, and grey, zipper designed shoes with black streaks. Topping off the outfit was a vintage, leather string cuff and a grey beanie hat.
"Why do they have to make these so tight?" James said, tugging at his collar. "I can barely move my arms."
"Oh, hush," Rarity said. "The most dashing men in the industry wear this look."
"Are you sure I look fine?"
"Magnifique!"
James wasn't so sure about this one, but still took Rarity's word for it, given how she is the fashion expert. The two of them shared a smile before a woman called for James to head downstairs. Rarity giggled and hopped with excitement. James was excited too, as they made their way down stairs. They passed Suri and Coco along the way, with Suri giving them dirty looks and Coco giving wistful ones. James shot Suri a dirty look while Rarity noticed Coco's exhausted demeanor.
Standing behind the curtains of the runway, James couldn't help but feel nervous himself. At least, that's what he thought this feeling was. Now that he was so close to showing off his splendidness to a group of professionals, James was more than ecstatic to really get the show started. Perhaps this was more excitement than anxiety.
Rarity inspected his outfit all over for any adjustments, gives him the okay, then positions him in front of the curtains.
"This is it, James," Rarity said, brushing off his shoulders. "Remember to use all the steps and practices I taught you. Now, get out there and show them what you've got."
The curtains unveil, revealing the long, stretched-out runway and the crowds of people sitting on both sides. Smiling confidently, James walked out onto the stage, stopped in his place, and posed with his arms waved out.
"Heeere's James!"
Some of the critics and audiences were confused by his entrance and began murmuring to each other. Prim Hemline, seated within the crowd as well, also didn't take to liking of this display. Rarity simply face-palmed.
Poppy, dance, house music begins to play. With full confidence in his stride, James began strolling along the catwalk. Flashing lights and snapping clicks from cameras barraged the runway with small murmurs echoing all over the studio. James had his eyes shut and his dashing smile prominently on display. Stopping at just the foot of the runway, he stopped and posed for the cameras. Meanwhile, Rarity spectated from behind the curtains. Most of the critics she spotted seemed impressed with James' display so far. She looked to Prim Hemline, who remained stoic through out, giving little to no impressions on her outfits. Finishing up, James strode back to the curtains. He stood in a few more poses, which received a large applause from a few enthusiasts, then disappeared back behind the curtains.
Meeting Rarity again, she gives him an approving thumbs up. James was exhilarated after being out on the runway for his very first time.
"That was amazing!" James said. "I felt like a real star!"
"I know!" Rarity laughed, eagerly. "But the show's not over just yet. We need get you suited in your next outfit. Ooohh! I feel we may just win this after all!"
As James followed Rarity back up to the second floor, James passes by Suri, already fitted with her next dress and waiting to go out next. She gives him a snide glance.
"Call that a display? You're lucky I didn't make 'em too bored of you after just seeing my first outfit."
James angrily stared at her, then caught up with Rarity half way up the stairs.
Suri Polomare proudly stepped out onto the catwalk, now wearing a decorative purple and blue asymmetrical dress. She received more applauses from enthusiasts, especially after posing in stances roughly similar to James'. After finishing her run through, James stepped out onto the runway next, sporting his next attire. He wore a stylish, long-sleeve, o-neck collar, maroon t-shirt. A black, rugged, square, soft woven scarf. Bright grey, ripped, slim fit designer jeans with knee zippers and square toe calf boots. Suri stepped out afterwards, wearing an abstract, blouson dress with a black pencil shaped skirt and loose top designed in varying colors of white, pink, yellow, blue and purple. James next wore a longline polyester Cardigan with a turndown collar, casual pants, a fedora, and breathable, canvas gumshoes.
Both James and Suri went backwards and forwards down the runway during each of their turns, trying to wow the audience with their outfits and modeling stances; all while flashing cameras capture each strike and stride. However, the more clothes James showed off, the more disinterested and uninspired the critics appeared. Rarity noticed this and grew immensely worried. While her outfits continued gaining next to no admiration, Suri's wardrobe seemed to receive more favorable recognition from the crowd. Even if they weren't that impressed with most of her clothes, they still gained more applause than what James wore. James began catching onto this as well and tried giving it his all to wow the audience with no success. This confused James greatly. Usually his display would invoke admiration of his splendidness. Rarity and Prim were right; this was tough crowed.
After a while, interns and models were given a half hour break before the next run through. Wearing a slim, double chest pocket, hoodie, slim fit harem pants, and converse shoes, James went back upstairs to the second floor and found Rarity ducked underneath the draped mannequin stand. As soon as she heard James' voice, Rarity quickly got up and hung the drape back into place. Then nervously stood in between James and the stand.
"Listen, Rarity,"
"I WASN'T REDOING THE OUTFIT!" She exclaimed, frantically.
James tilted his head. "Rarity?"
Realizing her out burst, Rarity simply smiled bashfully and chuckled an awkward laugh. James rubbed the back of his head. Just then, Suri entered the room and walked passed them.
"Tough luck out there," She said, conceitedly. "Might as well call it quits and just show off that 'back up' line while you still have some credibility left. Mm, heh."
Rarity crossed her arms. "I know we agreed not to bad mouth her, but she is really, really starting to get on my nerves."
The two continued glaring at Suri, meeting up with Coco by her work station and preparing their next outfit. Rarity was starting to see how her attitude now seemed more in line with how James has been describing her. Maybe she really was as bad as he claimed. James then spoke.
"Listen, Rarity, something's not right. Those critics aren't liking the outfits you've made."
She sighed and buried her h into her hands.
"I know. This isn't at all how I'd envisioned the show would turn out."
"But, I don't get it. You said you'd make the most splendid outfits anyone's ever seen. You said you were Canterlot's number one fashion expert, Rarity."
"I suppose I did say that, didn't I?" She said, already regretting her self-praises.
James became crossed, but was still confused over the whole situation. Rarity had claimed she was the best fashion expert in her world. If she was, why wasn't the crowd loving her outfits? Perhaps it was him they didn't like. Or the outfits themselves? James didn't understand.
"Rarity, why aren't they impressed by your clothes?"
Rarity was too embarrassed to justify her claims. Then, Prim Hemline entered the work-space. She looked over to her and James, both acting casual by hiding their arms behind their backs and grinning. Prim didn't react and instead went to check up on Suri and Coco first. The two sighed in relief.
"Not to worry, James," Rarity said, trying to chipper up. "I have just the outfit that's tailored made to show those critics otherwise. I made a promise to stitch up the crème de la crème of fashion, And that's exactly what I did… err, depending on perspective."
"You mean this one, right?" James asked, pointing to the draped mannequin stand. "The one you made personally for me?"
"T-that's, the one."
Before James could peak under the cloth, Rarity grabbed the mannequin stand, handed it James and pushed him towards a change room.
"W-why don't you try it on first then I'll go over the outfit once you're all dressed. Great? Great!" She began speaking hurriedly. "So glad we agree on this one! Now get yourself suited up and reserve any comments until you have on every piece of clothing!"
She shoved him inside a change room, closed the door behind and leaned against the door, nervously inhaling and exhaling. She didn't want to hear James' thoughts on her outfit just yet. Rarity could only hope that he was just as impressed by it as he would given his limited experience or knowledge on fashion.
"Ta-da! Heeere's James!"
After a while, James stepped out of the change room, sporting his new outfit Rarity made specially for him.
The outfit consisted of a red denim Jacket, a white, decorative, fancy collar epaulets t-shirt, navy blue overalls with the straps hung loose, a modern, deep red engineer cap, and a red opulent paisley ascot.
James was in awe of his new look while Rarity flinched at the sight of it. Suri and Coco could see the outfit from across the room too. Both had their own mixed to surprised reactions, with Suri hiding her snickering while Coco, not wanting to appear rude, reserved any sort of reaction despite baring gritted teeth. Rarity tried calming down a little and perked up again. She approached James and went over every detail about his outfit in a professional but cheery manner.
She held his arm and went over the Jacket first.
"The slim fit denim jacket is made of rigid, organic cotton. It has a six-button closure, slanted hand pockets, button-flap chest, French cuffs and antique silver finish on the trims. And of course, elaborately embellished by yours truly with gemstones varying from rubies to amber jewels."
Little did they knew, Prim Hemline could overhear Rarity describing her attire. While she was busy watching Suri show off her dresses, Prim was more preoccupied with their conversation, as she made occasional glances at James and his outfit.
"A fashionably cut T-Shirt with a fancy collar along the sides and decorative buttons on the collar and epaulets."
Then she moved onto the pants.
"Capris jumpsuit with embellished sapphire rhinestones along the left pants sleeve from thigh to calf muscle. Straps can hang off or wrap on top of shoulders, creating an excellent blend of style and functionality."
Then the hat.
"A classic take inspired by the train conductor hat. Soft, yet durable. Stylish, but severe. The beveled round top and sloped brim gives it a fashionable twist; adding endless style to any formal or casual look."
Prim went back to observing Suri's wardrobe, reserving her own reaction until she goes over to give it her outlook.
"And finally, a very fancy ascot, in an opulent red paisley pattern. Satin finish and made with 100% Imported microfiber polyester."
James could hardly believe it. Rarity's outfit looked just as eye catching as he'd hoped it would. He was worried that the critics wouldn't be impressed with Rarity's outfits anymore. However, seeing and even wearing the outfit assured him otherwise. Now he was even more confident in himself and Rarity's clothes.
"Wow, Rarity!" James said, highly rapt. "This is just what I need to show those critics and that Suri what a splendid person I really am. It's… It's"
"IT'S TERRIBLE!"
Rarity, out of nowhere, started bursting dramatically into tears. James was caught off guard when she did and began worrying for her as Rarity sobbed into a piece of fabric cloth.
"Terrible? How's it terrible?"
"How? How?!" She repeated in shock. "Just look at it! NO, don't look at it!"
But he did so anyways; still seeing nothing noticeably out of place to him. He was perplexed over her reaction.
"It looks fine to me."
Rarity grabbed James by the collar of his shirt and shook him.
"Fine?! No, it is not fine! I've created a monster!"
Continuing to dramatically sob again, she let's go and swooned onto a nearby chaise while burying her faced into the couch. James was concerned for her, but was still head scratching over his attire and how it's supposedly awful.
"Why don't you like it, Rarity? Isn't this supposed to be the most splendid outfit you've ever made?"
She rolled on her back and fiddled with her fingers.
"Oooh. Let's just say, I wasn't in the best mood after our fight. So, I didn't concentrate as well as I should've when stitching up my clothes, particularly the ones I promised to make for you, James.
Rarity sat up, guilt ridden and shame-faced. Her eye make-up dripped her cheek from all the swelling tears.
"I would've done a much more brilliant job had you not," Rarity paused, noticing James giving her a raised brow. "Well, I mean, had you not… Oooh, never mind."
Seeing this conversation going nowhere good again, Rarity sighed and slouched with defeat. Despite some trouble understanding, James became a bit angry, realizing then and there why people weren't liking his display on the runway.
"So, that's why they weren't impressed. But, I thought you said you could,"
"I know what I said!" Rarity interrupted, clutching her head. "But, that's clearly not what I did!"
James dared not say another word. He didn't want to upset Rarity more than she appeared. After looking over his outfit again, still not getting what's so bad about it, James thought of an idea and spoke sincerely to Rarity.
"Hey, Rarity, why don't we show off this outfit anyways? I'm sure if we just give it a chance,"
Cutting him off, Rarity got up from her couch and grabbed James by the collar again.
"No, James! You cannot be seen wearing this! We'll be the laughing stock of the entire fashion industry."
"Rarity," He said, proudly. "If I can be the most splendid engine ever, I can definitely prove I'm the most splendid person. I can make just about anything look amazing even before basking in my greatness."
Finally, Prim Hemline went over to James and Rarity and inspected the outfit from head to toe.
"Miss Hemline! No, it's not ready to be judged yet!" Rarity pleaded, frantically
She felt like panicking as Prim stoically observed James' new outfit. James took this chance to show off Rarity's outfit in hopes of appeasing Prim Hemline and convincing her of it's splendidness.
"So," He said, flecking his arms. "What do you think, Miss Hemline? Is this Rarity's best work or what?"
Prim arched back up with arms still behind her back, then spoke.
"It is quite… objectionable."
James was anxious. "Objectionable?"
"Unsavory."
"Unsavory?!"
"Absolutely Rebarbative."
"Rebarbative?!" James gasped, then became relaxed again. "Is that good?"
She crossed her arms in annoyance.
"What do you think, Mister James?"
He smiled meekly, hoping it was meant as a complement, despite her firm tone suggesting otherwise. Still unamused, Prim Hemline then turned to Rarity.
"If this attire is supposed to be your best out of all the garments I've seen today, I think its safe to say you've not only convinced the critics that having male clothing in my Boutique is a poor business move, but also myself, Miss Rarity."
Rarity slouched in disappointment. She felt absolutely horrible. Even James felt just as silly. If Prim Hemline, a highly respectable fashion observant disapproves of her clothes, then it must be as bad as Rarity exclaimed. James wasn't fully confident in his new outfit anymore after receiving Prim's judgement. One critic's outlook was as good as the others.
"While I do commemorate your efforts," Prim continued. "I expect to see your back up line on display when we begin the show's last run through."
She then walked away and proceeded to the first floor. Rarity hugged herself dejectedly. James didn't like seeing her work go to waste, especially since she originally took this opportunity to stitch up an outfit just for him. To learn it didn't turn out as well as either hoped because of their earlier quarrel struck James by surprise. Acting rude and selfish to Rarity lost her the motivation or interest needed to make his outfit perfect, which resulted in an equally lackluster attire he claimed would make him stand out amongst the people of this city.
"This is all my fault. Everyone expected me to deliver something grand after promising my best and with such high hopes too. I guess I just couldn't handle it all. And now, I've let Prim, the critics, and you down most importantly."
James was shocked and a little touched to hear what Rarity said. She just didn't want to disappoint anyone. But it seemed Rarity bit off more than she could chew. Everyone believed in her. But now, things were falling apart, so much so to the point where Rarity stopped seeing James' vanity as a hinderance, and began blaming herself for supposedly failing to please anyone.
"How are we ever going to pull this off? I don't even have a model for my backup line." Rarity inhaled deeply, "Which means you have to go out on the runway wearing THAT!"
"Bu-But, I can't go out there wearing this!" He said, anxiously. "What are we gonna do, Rarity?!"
"Oooh, It's hopeless, James. There's nothing more to do but march the walk of shame! My lineup, the show, my future stardom in the fashion industry; Ruined! Ruined I say!" She began sobbing again. "I'M GOING DOWNSTAIRS! Au revoir, career!"
Rarity left her work-space, bawling her eyes out as she makes her way down to the first floor. James stayed where he stood, eyes downcast and looking over his attire, noticing its unappealing combination even more.
James felt especially guilty. He might have singlehandedly ruined Rarity's fashion career; even though that aspect was a tad exaggerated on her end. Still, none of this would've happened if he didn't act rude towards Rarity or her view on generosity. Good intentions or not, James' vanity got the better of him again.
But even though he felt bad for what he did, James still didn't really believe generosity was useful, despite this viewpoint getting them into trouble in the first place. Whose to say someone he was generous towards would be just as keen in doing so in return? Rarity still helped him stitch up his outfit, but as he thought about it more, neither of them got what they wanted in return. James didn't get his ideal outfit, and Rarity couldn't improve her male suturing skills.
Even without knowing Suri's original plan to copy Rarity's lineup, he only cared about what he needed and whatever was necessary to achieve this. Realizing all this, James shuts his eyes and hung his head dejectedly.
Meanwhile, Suri Polomare, wearing her next dress, was checking herself out in the mirror. The dress she wore consisted of a white, long sleeveed top, black, box pleated skirt, and a short, navy blue vest with a red, two-toned crossed scarf. Topping off the dress were dark blue, calf length, high heeled shoes with deep red designs, black tights, and a silver, sparkling headband.
"Um, Suri," Coco asked, coyly. "When were you gonna model my clothes? The fashion show's nearly over."
"Hmm?"
Suri was too busy looking at herself as she continued posing in various stances.
"My outfits. You said you'd wear them for the fashion show, remember?"
She stopped posing but continued admiring herself, not once facing Coco, standing stiff while shyly overlapping her hands.
"Oh, right," Suri chuckled. "Yeah, afraid that's not happening anymore."
Suri walked over to her desk.
"W-what do you mean?" Coco asked.
"Uh, exactly what I said." She took a sip of her bottled water.
Coco couldn't think straight. Did she really mean what she said? She had to be messing around. Suri finished taking her sips of water.
"I-I don't understand?" Coco said, speechless. "You offered to model my clothes if I help with your lineup."
"And that was really all I needed," She chuckled. "You just seemed more motivated to get the job done proper had I promised to showcase your wardrobe. So, yeah, I made all that up in exchange for you stitching my clothes. Understand me now?"
Coco was shocked. "So, you were just using me?"
"Pretty much."
"How… How could you?!" She said, angrily.
Suri shot a nasty look, casing Coco to regrettably retract her back talk and shyly hung her head.
"Oh, please," Suri continued. "Don't act like you weren't just doing it to show off your tacky outfits to Prim Hemline."
"But, I was helping you, Suri. I mean, I did hope you would showcase one of my outfits. But, I also know how much you wanted this. So, I thought if I did offer help, then, maybe you'd do the same."
"Sorry, not really my forte."
Coco was so deeply overwhelmed, she began leaking tears. She dejectedly hugged her left arm.
"Now I feel like such a fool."
Still relishing in her own vanity, Suri wrapped her left arm around Coco's shoulder.
"Aw, sweetie. Don't blame yourself. It's not like Prim or those other critics would've ever approved of your clothing had I have the humility to actually wear them in the first place."
Coco didn't know how to react. She was mixed between sadness, anger, and neglect. A woman called for Suri by the stairs.
"Oh, that's me! One more run through to seal the deal," Suri chuckled, then smiled snidely. "And one more to put Rarity out of a job."
Suri leaves a downcast Coco behind as she makes her way down to the first floor. Coco was absolutely miserable. Spirits low, she took a seat on a nearby chaise lounge. She didn't know what to do. Some of her outfits were stacked on the cushion next to her. Coco grabs one and looks over it. But the more she did, the more upset she became. Coco hugged her dress, trying not to break down into tears. She had nothing but hopes that one day she could share her fashion with the world. Today would've been a good start. But now, it seemed to be only a pipe dream. Just then, James approached and stood over her, having heard everything.
"Oh. Hi, James," She said, looking back at him.
"Hi, Coco. How are you?"
"Not very good." She wanted to change the subject and kindly complimented his attire. "That's a pretty unique outfit Rarity made for you."
James stared at her, unamused. He already knew very well it wasn't good. Coco saw that he knew this and smiled bashfully.
"Okay, maybe not her best work."
After sharing friendly smiles, James then took a seat next to her.
"You really wanted to show off your clothes today, didn't you?" He said.
She hugged herself. "Guess you did hear all that, huh?"
He nodded. James knew all to well how badly Suri's been treating Coco and took some sympathy towards her. Coco let out an exhausted sigh then explained her history to James, starting from her reasons for helping Suri and why. James just sat and listened, admittedly intrigued by her story.
"I've always dreamed of being a great fashion designer one day. It's a dream I've always had since I was little and worked really hard to achieve."
"If you ask me; you never should've helped Suri in the first place. It would've been better to try and figure out other ways on your own, without waiting on others to give you nothing in return."
"Well, I did try working alone for the longest time. But, it got me nowhere. This was the furthest I've been to achieving any kind of recognition. Besides, isn't that why you're with Rarity?"
"Huh?"
"You did join up with her so she could make you a new outfit, right?"
"Oh. Right." James rubbed the back of his head. "Still, shouldn't you have quite working for Suri after treating you badly?"
"I guess I grew so impatient that I just believed everything Suri said in hopes of finally being rewarded for all my hard work. I was willing to put up with her nonsense if it meant sharing my wardrobe with everyone. I was so close, too."
James remained silent.
"I did all that only to get discarded after Suri saw no use for me anymore." Coco began whimpering. "Now I doubt I'll ever get a chance to live my dream!"
She hugged her dress again and let out a few small tears while sniffling to herself. She didn't want to end up crying in front of James, but he already knew too well how deeply upset she was. Tossing her dress aside, Coco's rested her face on her hand and leaned against the couch handle.
"Maybe you were right; I should've just stuck to myself. Offering my help has gotten me nowhere either. Guess that's what I get for trying to be charitable. It really is just every person for themselves."
James was shocked. She looked so defeated. This was something she was looking forward to only to have it stripped from her. She was only trying to be really useful. Still, he couldn't know what she's going through despite roughly similar experiences of his own. James wanted to say something to cheer her up, but didn't know what. So, he just leaned against the couch, thinking about everything Coco said. Next he thought about everything Rarity said about generosity. With all that's going on, he still didn't believe in it, and seeing the state Coco's in should be a grand justification. So, why wasn't he relishing this? As if his head wasn't spinning enough, James recalled what Edward said about more to giving than showing off how splendid he is.
Then, it hit him. He doesn't have to favor generosity or believe in its effectiveness, but that doesn't mean someone else has to, especially if they worked just as hard to earn it. Coco was one to do so and has put up with many in hopes of being rewarded, only to have her hopes crushed by someone taking advantage of them. If there's one thing James could agree on, it's the unfairness of it all. But how could he convince someone that hard work, dedication, and liberality can still reward you in the most unexpected ways given the state they're in?
"You better get going," Coco said, solemnly. "I wouldn't want you to be late for your last run through. Unlike me, you've earned it."
Her comment didn't make James feel any better over how he treated Rarity. He knew he didn't earn this. Looking over his appearance, James then noticed a ladder one of the painters were using earlier. Four buckets of paint were laid out with one of them, a red paint bucket, left open accidentally. James had an idea upon inspecting the paint buckets. He knew what had to be done. Looking back at Coco, James then got up and proceeded towards the ladder. He grabbed the red paint bucket, stood and hesitated for a good minute. Was he really about to do this? Having second thoughts, he then saw Coco by the couch, still sitting somberly, which properly motivated and convinced himself to do the unthinkable.
Determined, James swallowed his vanity, and dunked the entire bucket of red paint on top of his head.
Alerted, Coco snapped back to reality after seeing red paint splashing inches from her shoes and the sound of an empty canister rolling on the floor. James looked over himself and saw he wasn't nearly covered enough. So, he fell on the floor and rolled in the puddle of paint left over from the splash down. He didn't stop until he was splattered head to toe all over. Coco watched with concern.
"Uh, what are you doing?"
James stood back up, now covered and dripping with wet, sticky red paint, and sarcastically dramatized over his appearance.
"Oh no! My new outfit is ruined," He said, with the biggest smile on his face while splashing his arms. "I can't go out on the runway like this. If only there were some other person with clothes of their own who could take my place."
He looked to Coco, who only stared back perplexity with a raised brow and tilted head. James cleared his throat.
"I said; If only there were someone else with clothes of their own who could take my place."
"You're not talking about me, are you?" She responded.
"Do you see any other fashion designer up here?"
"But, James, I'm not a model. I only design clothes. There's a big difference."
"Not today, Coco. Today, you're a designer and a model!"
Although aching with warm, fuzzy feelings, Coco didn't understand the purpose of what he did.
"Why are you doing this?"
He smiled, warmly. "Because, those who believe in giving back to others deserves to have something given to them in return."
The thought of walking out on the runway with people judging her clothes made Coco twirl her hair nervously.
"Bu-but, I. I-I don't think I can do this."
"Yes, you can. You deserve it."
James then reached for her grab his hand. Staring back at his hand and at James, Coco beamed, now overwhelmed for a completely different reason. Despite a lot of doubt, she happily accepts his paint dripping hand.
The final run through of the show was about to commence. As the last run through appointment, both models were to go out on the runway together and showcase their wardrobe side by side. Rarity was getting nervous again. She sat within the crowd of people, waiting for James to arrive. It was time for both models to walk the runway, but he was nowhere to be seen. If he didn't show, Suri would have to go on herself.
Just them, James took a seat next to Rarity with his arms proudly crossed. He had cleaned off some of the red paint from his hair and clothes, but still bared a few smudges on his face, pants, shoes, and some still left in his hair. He had taken off his jacket and hat, which received the most damage, and now only sported his shirt and overalls.
"Hello, Rarity."
Rarity was wide eyed. "JAMES!"
Her voiced alerted some of the people she was sitting beside. She smiled bashfully at them, then grabbed James' sleeve.
"What are you doing here?!" She whispered, then gasped at his appearance. "And what happened to you?!"
"Had a little run in with some paint."
Rarity stuttered. "Wha? Fff, Kch, Pff! But if you're here, then who's?"
The lights around the boutique begin to dimmer, and the runway soon lights up. The music began slow, reverberating all around the Boutique.
["Life is a runway (runway). Listen, here's what it's all about."]
James exhaled a relaxed sigh then rested his arms behind his head.
"Just sit back and watch the show."
With two spotlights shined on the red curtain, The crowed cheered as Suri Polomare steps onto the stage with her outfit on and posed graciously for the first barrage of camera flashes.
["Time to bring what's on the inside out,
Into the light. Into the light."]
Rarity was on the verge of panicking again. She looked over to Prim Hemline sitting across from them, stoically watching the show despite only seeing one model. Suri then began proudly strolling down the catwalk with flashing camera lights capturing each stride.
["Life is a runway when you see it my way."]
"Seriously, James." She whispered, looking back at a smirking James. "Who is taking your place if anyone at all?"
"Someone who originally hopped to showcase her clothes today, of course."
Before the audience could question the other model's absence, Coco, finally building up enough courage, gingerly steps out onto the runway wearing her dress. She wore a violet and orange, flared drape dress with a blue belt that shimmered from small, silver rhinestones, and blue metallic, chunky, round toe heeled shoes with an orange bow on each. Her dress was decorated with a wavy design pattern and included her signature middy collar and tri-shade hair clip, bedazzled and designed to match her dress.
James pointed Rarity back to the catwalk.
"Coco?" She raised a brow.
Soon the crowd stopped admiring Suri and turned their attention to Coco. She stood, frozen solid and took in the crowd of people aiming all eyes on her. It was almost too much for her. She wanted to hide behind the curtains. But, Coco knew as well as she did that this may be her only real opportunity to show what she's got.
["Oh-oh, oh wha-oh
Oh-oh, oh wha-oh
Oh-oh, oh wha-oh
Life is a runway."]
Taking in deep breaths, Coco straightened her back, rested one hand on her hip and one hand out, and strode down the catwalk, trying effortlessly not to trip over herself. Flashing light and excited murmurings began flooding the stage as she makes her way across the runway.
["You can be the girl that you want to be. With a little love and some accessories (life is a runway)."]
She catches up with Suri already at the edged of the runway. Suri, having to make a double take, notices Coco and furiously called her out.
"Coco?!"
["Don't be scared to show you have personal style."]
Struck by fear, Coco froze and stood next to a confused but angry Suri. To her surprise, Coco then looked out to the crowd. Instead of praising, cheering, or paying notice to Suri, all eyes were now on her.
["Just go do your thing, you'll make everyone smile (life is a runway)."]
Realizing this, Coco began feeling more confident in herself. With narrowed eyes and a playful smirk aimed directly on Suri, she placed both hands on her hips, turned to face the opposite end of the runway, and proudly sashayed back down the catwalk again with eyes now closed and her chin raised with sophistication.
["You can be the girl that you want to be!]
The Boutique was nothing but an ambiance of loud, echoing clapping, cheers, and even a whistle or two. Suri was both flustered and highly irritated. Coco stopped and stroke various poses with each flashing light.
["With a little love and some accessories! (life is a runway)."]
Prim Hemline looked around at all the critics and enthusiast cheering for Coco. She panned to her left, right, then back at Coco again.
["Don't be scared to show you have personal style!"]
Coco continued posing for pictures while Suri angrily walked past and disappears through the maroon curtains.
["Just go do your thing, you'll make everyone smile! (life is a runway)."]
Seeing Coco having to go out herself to display the clothes she's wearing made Rarity put two and two together.
"Oh, dear," Rarity said, surprised. "Were those really all Suri's outfits? Not one of them was Coco's?"
"She was lying this whole time about showcasing her outfits. But, thanks to me, Coco now finally gets to show them off herself."
Rarity slouched. "I'm terribly sorry, James. You were right about Suri all along."
She felt awful for not saying anything when noticing something off about them earlier. She suspected something along the lines of Coco being mistreated but didn't feel the need to say anything just in case. This made her feel more dreadful when realizing that James was trying to warn her about Suri. James wanted to be smarmy but was secretly having too much fun watching Coco live her dream and much more. Rarity then took another look at Coco and her outfit, and admired how gorgeous it was. She clamped her hands together and pressed them against her cheek.
"On the other hand, Coco's outfit is absolutely divine."
"Quite," James smirked in agreement.
["Time to bring what's on the inside out,"]
Into the light!
Into the light!"]
Coco continued posing and waved back at the enthusiast and critics. Realizing she stayed out longer than she should be, Coco quickly but elegantly strode back towards the curtains, waved at the applauding audience once last time, and disappeared backstage just as the lights cut off and the music ends.
["Into the light! Into the light! Into the light."]
After the show wrapped up, the boutique was now bustling to get everything cleaned and put away. The runway was gone and there were boxes of equipment scattered about the store. James and Rarity stuck around to help clean up as well. While no one was looking, James grabbed the collar of his leather sweater jacket, looked over his appearance, and hugged himself. James was now back in the outfit he first wore when entering this world. And after wearing so many clothes today, he almost couldn't help but miss his old get up, and was secretly thankful that Rarity kept it. Out of nowhere, Coco charged up to James and hugged him tightly.
"That was so amazing!" She squealed. "Thank you, James! Thank you so much!"
James gladly returned the hug. Rarity approached the two and laid a hand on Coco's shoulder.
"James told me everything. I had no idea Suri was behind such a devious act."
"It wasn't fun at all, to say the least," Coco said, finishing her hug with James.
"I'm so sorry to hear, darling. But, I'm glad it all worked out for you in the end. And, if it's any consolation, I could always use a helping hand with my own seam work. Perhaps you'd be interested in following under my wing one day?"
Coco beamed blissfully. "Oh, Rarity! I would love that!"
"And, unlike some people, I promise to put in a good word with Prim Hemline."
Overwhelmed with gratitude, Coco went up and embraced Rarity with a hug as well. James was just as happy for her. Prim Hemline then approached the three friends.
"Well done, Miss Rarity. I don't know how you did it, but your backup line turned out to be just as good as Miss Polomare's."
"Actually, Miss Hemline," Rarity corrected, letting go of Coco. "Those were all Coco's designs."
"Is that so?"
Both girls nodded meekly, expecting a hefty reprimand. Instead, Prim's arms simply hide behind her back.
"Well, I must say, it was certainly unexpected. Despite your ill-fated lineup, looks like you still managed to surprise me in some way. And to you, Miss Pommel; an adequate job on your outfit."
Coco was still beaming excitedly. Just then, a large group of critics surrounded the three friends and complimented Coco, as well as Rarity even, for their lineups. Some used their phones to snap pictures, and one held out his like a microphone to record her voice.
"Excuse me, excuse me, Miss Pommel? I'd like to ask some questions about your seam work."
Coco twirled her hair bashfully.
"Why, sure. I'd be happy to share some details."
Her and Prim then left to speak with all the critics throwing out questions to no end. James and Rarity were left to themselves. The two stared at each other and exchanged smiles. Still carrying some shame on her shoulders, Rarity then hugged her left arm.
"Perhaps I was wrong for being so harsh on you earlier," She said, with downcast eyes. "We are friends now, after all. I should've believed you when you told me about Suri. I won't blame you if you're still mad at me for letting you down."
"Rarity," He said, sincerely. "You didn't let me down at all."
"I didn't?"
James shook his head. "If anything, it was really my fault," He admitted. "If I wasn't so rude to you before, you would've been more motivated to work on my… I mean, your clothes."
Rarity didn't know what to think, but was happy to hear James finally acknowledging and give her credit.
"You really are the best fashion expert I've never met, Rarity. Prim Hemline and those critics may not have liked those outfits. But, I think they're the best clothes I've ever worn."
Rarity beamed from ear to ear. She was touched to hear him say so, and to hear it with actually genuineness.
"That means so much to hear, James. Thank you, for everything. And thank you for giving Miss Pommel a chance not only to display her wardrobe, but also to believe in her own selflessness again." She then decided to be cheeky with James. "You know; only someone with an equally generous heart would've done what you did."
"Okay, okay! Let's not get a head of ourselves."
"Uh, pff. Come now, darling. You clearly did a nice thing for someone else," She teased. "You wouldn't count that as even slightly generous?"
James crossed his arms and shot her a stink eye.
"Don't tell me after all that you still don't see the benefits of generosity?"
"Oh, I'm sure I'll be rewarded for being generous one day. Even if it probably won't come as quick as I'd expect it to."
Rarity shrugged and smiled. "That's good enough for me. And while my planned lineup didn't go as accordingly, I'll still have plenty of opportunities to improve my skills in future. Just like you'll fully see the joy of giving back to others one of these days."
"Yeah," He said, optimistically. "Maybe I will!"
"After all, tomorrow is another day."
After sharing warms smiles, the two look over to Coco happily speaking to some of the Critics, and even Prim Hemline, who seemed more than interested in her work than either they or Coco thought. Suddenly, a man wearing a prestigious tuxedo and gentleman's hat approached the two friends.
"Excuse me, Ma'm. So sorry to disrupt, but might I have a word with you and your associate?"
"Fancy Pants!" Rarity exclaimed. "Why of course! Anything!"
"Ah, excellent! Now, I must know, how on earth did you ever put together this ensemble?!"
Both him and Rarity look to James, realizing he meant his outfit.
"You mean, this outfit?" Rarity asked, confused.
"Why, of course. The authenticity, the blend of contrasting colors, the otherworldly aspects!"
Rarity and James shared a confusing glance. Fancy Pants continued.
"It's all so… unique."
"Unique?" Both say in unison.
"Extravagant."
"Extravagant?!"
"Simply beguiling!"
"Beguiling!" Both say, slack jawed.
"Is that good?" James asked Rarity, who nodded happily.
Fancy Pant simply smiled. James looked over his original outfit again.
"You know," He began. "I think I'm beginning to like this outfit a lot more now."
"Well," Fancy Pants said. "I don't blame you, good Sir. If it embraces the best part of you, by all means, allow it's uniqueness to complement every aspect."
"Quite!" James and Rarity said, proudly.
All three started laughing, ending off a perfect fashion show on a perfect day.
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