The Wholly Appropriately Inappropriate Mashup Challenge: Week 8
Gosh, I don't know where I left my head because my brain did not wake up this morning. :/ My bad.
http://www.sendspace.com/folder/gc6d4s << where everything else tends to be.
Listen. Demand drabbles! ;)
This is probably the last week for mashup challenges, I think the next round of writing will involve having other people recommend songs that they would want a drabble from.
Dangerous Mutations - DJ BC (Busta Rhymes - Dangerous (1998) vs. Jean-Claude Risset - Mutations (1969)) - for unfortunateggs
XXV. 240 words
There always seemed to be a rhythm that guided the pacing of a day, and Miranda Priestly was no different. Those who knew her only at a distance might have presumed that she listened to a fair bit of classical musical - something that conjured the image of swank evenings and cocktail events with string quartets in a corner, providing just enough sound to help carry a conversation.
Those who knew her a bit better would have commented on her long-standing subscription to the Philharmonic and her presence at various galas benefiting the venerable institution. Occasionally, she could be seen attending the evenings celebrating the American songbook. Still fewer yet would have been able to name the jazz clubs that she would rarely visit during the late hours of the evening. Even her driver only knew of the occasions held at the various museums and never the trips downtown to the smaller clubs that afforded just enough anonymity that one more patron did not matter.
For the select few that were actually close enough to sneak a peek at her musical selections, there should have been no surprise at the number of classical jazz artists playing; no eyebrows were raised at the presence of Snoop Dogg on the list either. Only one person had been fortunate enough to actually see Miranda Priestly sway to the hypnotic thumping sound and then promptly declared that her hips were a dangerous weapon on their own.
My Life On the Crazy Train Sucks (So What) - Dan Mei & Marc Johnce (Kelly Clarkson vs. Pink vs. Ozzy Osbourne vs. Daft Punk ) - for punky_96
XXVI. 203 words
The first rule of dealing with the paparazzi and gossip-mongers was to show no emotion and answer no questions. All further actions would always be derived from that all important rule. Saying 'no comment' was already two words too many for the situation. A good pair of sunglasses, a well-timed open door, and a quick pace would keep any opportunity for questions (shouted or not) to a minimum. This was not to say that one could easily learn to ignore the bright flash bulbs that would light up the evening sky; or find the best way to discourage impromptu photography by never presenting a valuable three-quarter positioning without also seeing one of her assistants by her side.
The second rule was to never let them see you react. A bland and placid expression kept the actual comments to a minimum - no opinion rendered on whether the frown or fit of pique was directed at some socialite that might have been within camera range. The fact that Miranda Priestly was one of the most powerful women in fashion and publishing represented a much greater threat to any publication that might have thought to print any candid photos than the actual threat of lawsuits themselves.
http://www.sendspace.com/folder/gc6d4s << where everything else tends to be.
Listen. Demand drabbles! ;)
This is probably the last week for mashup challenges, I think the next round of writing will involve having other people recommend songs that they would want a drabble from.
Dangerous Mutations - DJ BC (Busta Rhymes - Dangerous (1998) vs. Jean-Claude Risset - Mutations (1969)) - for unfortunateggs
XXV. 240 words
There always seemed to be a rhythm that guided the pacing of a day, and Miranda Priestly was no different. Those who knew her only at a distance might have presumed that she listened to a fair bit of classical musical - something that conjured the image of swank evenings and cocktail events with string quartets in a corner, providing just enough sound to help carry a conversation.
Those who knew her a bit better would have commented on her long-standing subscription to the Philharmonic and her presence at various galas benefiting the venerable institution. Occasionally, she could be seen attending the evenings celebrating the American songbook. Still fewer yet would have been able to name the jazz clubs that she would rarely visit during the late hours of the evening. Even her driver only knew of the occasions held at the various museums and never the trips downtown to the smaller clubs that afforded just enough anonymity that one more patron did not matter.
For the select few that were actually close enough to sneak a peek at her musical selections, there should have been no surprise at the number of classical jazz artists playing; no eyebrows were raised at the presence of Snoop Dogg on the list either. Only one person had been fortunate enough to actually see Miranda Priestly sway to the hypnotic thumping sound and then promptly declared that her hips were a dangerous weapon on their own.
My Life On the Crazy Train Sucks (So What) - Dan Mei & Marc Johnce (Kelly Clarkson vs. Pink vs. Ozzy Osbourne vs. Daft Punk ) - for punky_96
XXVI. 203 words
The first rule of dealing with the paparazzi and gossip-mongers was to show no emotion and answer no questions. All further actions would always be derived from that all important rule. Saying 'no comment' was already two words too many for the situation. A good pair of sunglasses, a well-timed open door, and a quick pace would keep any opportunity for questions (shouted or not) to a minimum. This was not to say that one could easily learn to ignore the bright flash bulbs that would light up the evening sky; or find the best way to discourage impromptu photography by never presenting a valuable three-quarter positioning without also seeing one of her assistants by her side.
The second rule was to never let them see you react. A bland and placid expression kept the actual comments to a minimum - no opinion rendered on whether the frown or fit of pique was directed at some socialite that might have been within camera range. The fact that Miranda Priestly was one of the most powerful women in fashion and publishing represented a much greater threat to any publication that might have thought to print any candid photos than the actual threat of lawsuits themselves.