Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 11:49 am
~Isabel~
(A couple days before)
"Miss Evans, can I get your autograph?" I hear someone say as I'm walking past them to head into the show I'm doing. This time I'm actually modeling my own fashions rather then simply hiring several models. I have only five other models on staff. With a smile, I nod and turn to see the young man who's holding out a marker and his shirt is off, he's pointing to his chest and I know that it's not as though my autograph will be saved.
Turning to my assistant I hold out my hand for one of my photo's, quickly signing it and stepping over to him before taking the marker and very slowly signing my name. "There you are. And, here's the photo as well. Who should I address it to?"
"Jackson." The man replies and I do just that, leaning over to kiss him on his cheek. When I draw back I see exactly what I knew I would. A smile that's bright and a blush on pale cheeks. "Thank you."
"Anytime, and Jackson, why don't you and your friend come on in and join us. You can even stay for the after party." I tell him. It was a habit, any show I modeled or put on, I invited a couple of men and a couple of women that were fans to come back and join us.
"Really?" I nodded and motioned to the guards who let them through. "Wow, thanks."
"Come on, you two can escort me inside." The girls had already gone in ahead, I'd chosen them the morning before.
"Isabel, we've got a problem... Missy can't seem to get into the dress." I hear as soon as we've walked in.
"How can she not fit in the dress, it fit fine two days ago? Let out the tucks slightly, if that doesn't work, tell her she can go home." I turned to the boys on my arms, "How old are you two?"
"I'm nineteen, Jeff is twenty-two." Jackson replies and I nod, that means they are both old enough to see the true workings backstage.
"Come with me then, you can see everything as it happens." I tell them and they both nod, eagerly awaiting the delights I was offering. As we made our way into the back, I wonder if Michael and Max will be able to make it to my show or if their schedules are keeping them too busy.
"Alright, guys. You stay put here and watch the business as it is." I say with a smile and then rush off to check on the models who are in the large dressing room we've just entered. "Drea, take the shoulder off slightly." I tell her as I grab the first gown I'm going to be modeling and step behind the changing curtain. The others might walk around with their skivies, but I refuse to do so. Not to mention, the guards new Michael and Max were welcome in here at anytime and I know they wouldn't want to walk in with me changing.
Once I've got the gown on, I walk out and motion to one of the assistants, "Help me zip this up." I say, turning my back so that they can. Once it's settled, I check the others and we're finally ready to start the show.
(Present)
My show was a huge success and I've decided to take a couple weeks vacation. I have every intention of trying to convince the guy's to do the same, so sitting at the kitchen table, I wait with a meal keeping warm in the oven for all of us to share and hope they got my messages about wanting to talk since like me they can make their own schedules. I really think it's time that all three of us took a break and simply enjoyed some mellow time. We've worked so hard at trying to be normal that sometimes I worry that we overdid it.
My cell rings and I pick it up, listening as my assistant automatically goes into message giving mode, writing down numbers that I will need and names to remember before I tell her, "Thanks, Caroline. I'll be in touch. For the next couple of days just write things down and leave them in my office. Oh and work half days, I'll be paying you full time but take some time to relax."
"Wow, thanks Izzy. I appreciate that." I hear her say and can't help but laugh.
"Don't mention it. I'll talk with you later." I hang up the phone and look around the house. We had a five bedroom and had chosen to live together because we never knew whether something could happen that would cause trouble for us. I know I myself was glad we stayed together, I wouldn't be able to handle things without Michael and Max. They were and would always be my rocks. I wouldn't be able to keep from worrying everytime I ran into the FBI that they were on to me if they weren't there to help keep me calm.
(A couple days before)
"Miss Evans, can I get your autograph?" I hear someone say as I'm walking past them to head into the show I'm doing. This time I'm actually modeling my own fashions rather then simply hiring several models. I have only five other models on staff. With a smile, I nod and turn to see the young man who's holding out a marker and his shirt is off, he's pointing to his chest and I know that it's not as though my autograph will be saved.
Turning to my assistant I hold out my hand for one of my photo's, quickly signing it and stepping over to him before taking the marker and very slowly signing my name. "There you are. And, here's the photo as well. Who should I address it to?"
"Jackson." The man replies and I do just that, leaning over to kiss him on his cheek. When I draw back I see exactly what I knew I would. A smile that's bright and a blush on pale cheeks. "Thank you."
"Anytime, and Jackson, why don't you and your friend come on in and join us. You can even stay for the after party." I tell him. It was a habit, any show I modeled or put on, I invited a couple of men and a couple of women that were fans to come back and join us.
"Really?" I nodded and motioned to the guards who let them through. "Wow, thanks."
"Come on, you two can escort me inside." The girls had already gone in ahead, I'd chosen them the morning before.
"Isabel, we've got a problem... Missy can't seem to get into the dress." I hear as soon as we've walked in.
"How can she not fit in the dress, it fit fine two days ago? Let out the tucks slightly, if that doesn't work, tell her she can go home." I turned to the boys on my arms, "How old are you two?"
"I'm nineteen, Jeff is twenty-two." Jackson replies and I nod, that means they are both old enough to see the true workings backstage.
"Come with me then, you can see everything as it happens." I tell them and they both nod, eagerly awaiting the delights I was offering. As we made our way into the back, I wonder if Michael and Max will be able to make it to my show or if their schedules are keeping them too busy.
"Alright, guys. You stay put here and watch the business as it is." I say with a smile and then rush off to check on the models who are in the large dressing room we've just entered. "Drea, take the shoulder off slightly." I tell her as I grab the first gown I'm going to be modeling and step behind the changing curtain. The others might walk around with their skivies, but I refuse to do so. Not to mention, the guards new Michael and Max were welcome in here at anytime and I know they wouldn't want to walk in with me changing.
Once I've got the gown on, I walk out and motion to one of the assistants, "Help me zip this up." I say, turning my back so that they can. Once it's settled, I check the others and we're finally ready to start the show.
(Present)
My show was a huge success and I've decided to take a couple weeks vacation. I have every intention of trying to convince the guy's to do the same, so sitting at the kitchen table, I wait with a meal keeping warm in the oven for all of us to share and hope they got my messages about wanting to talk since like me they can make their own schedules. I really think it's time that all three of us took a break and simply enjoyed some mellow time. We've worked so hard at trying to be normal that sometimes I worry that we overdid it.
My cell rings and I pick it up, listening as my assistant automatically goes into message giving mode, writing down numbers that I will need and names to remember before I tell her, "Thanks, Caroline. I'll be in touch. For the next couple of days just write things down and leave them in my office. Oh and work half days, I'll be paying you full time but take some time to relax."
"Wow, thanks Izzy. I appreciate that." I hear her say and can't help but laugh.
"Don't mention it. I'll talk with you later." I hang up the phone and look around the house. We had a five bedroom and had chosen to live together because we never knew whether something could happen that would cause trouble for us. I know I myself was glad we stayed together, I wouldn't be able to handle things without Michael and Max. They were and would always be my rocks. I wouldn't be able to keep from worrying everytime I ran into the FBI that they were on to me if they weren't there to help keep me calm.