26: Leap of Fate

Fenella’s POV "Okay, I think the combinations 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 spotlight lamps. "Do you want us to naturally advance on stage?" Alan confirmed this again. "Yes. You know, like a flash mob, or when people suddenly dare to come up and dance on st