The Wholly Appropriately Inappropriate Mashup Challenge: Week 9
It's now half-way through June and I'm switching gears to take musical prompts from anyone/everyone/someone? A song title and artist will suffice. ;)
http://www.sendspace.com/folder/gc6d4s << where all mashups tends to be.
Listen. Demand drabbles! ;)
I want you back (chew fu big room fix) - Jackson Five - for unfortunateggs
XXVII. 188 words
It was true that you could never step twice in the same river, nor could going home ever be the same place that your heart remembered. Yet, even what the mind clearly knew to be an illogical desire did not mean that the heart yearned any less. It was trite to think about letting things go in hope that they would return, yet how else could you describe her leaving? It was untenable to have it described as the abandonment in Paris, even if it felt worse than reading the facsimiles the first time.
And so, she became the name never mentioned, and Paris was a black hole of a memory at the archives of Runway. Everyone spoke of the autumn or French presentations but Paris had become a forbidden word. That was a foolishness I ignored for several months until Nigel 'slipped' and mentioned the need to plan for the next round of shows. I am still amused at the gaping shock of Emily (and the blank look from the latest 'Emily') but perhaps the maudlin lyric of time heals everything had served its purpose well enough.
If U Seek Amy - Britney Spears - for punky_96 which is a sequel to 2.29 which in turn is a prequel to 2.26.
I. 411 words
For a great number of years, among the glitterati of Manhattan, the name Miranda Priestly evoked envy and fear in equal measures. Seen in the company of some of the most eligible bachelors that claimed power and wealth in the uppermost echelons of society, and almost always seen with some of the most beautiful and competent assistants trailing to a side, the cameras that circulated various society functions had never taken a bad picture of the Runway Editrix; a brief glimpse through the archives would have allayed any doubt that existed on that point. By all appearances, she lived a charmed (and hectic) life, whether married or divorced, both men and women had a difficult sorting out whether they were more envious of her professional successes, fearful of her seemingly effortless beauty; men wanted her, and women wanted to be her, complete with the bevy of handsome swain that fluttered about her like moths to a captive gaze.
After her second divorce was splashed all over the gossip rags like so much detritus on the street, the allure of Miranda Priestly did not fade, and had in fact, notched itself upwards by virtue of 'availability.' Even after the rest of those that had professed interest in Miranda had finally stopped spinning their heads in confusion at the relationship between Andrea Sachs and her, her cachet had not diminished a wit. Rather, there was the new envy of her ability to have snagged this beautiful young woman with her wide smile and brilliant eyes. Women no longer thought to worry about losing their husbands to the flame that was named Priestly, but were too busy wondering about the potential threat of Andy Sachs instead.
This background hum would have amused Miranda and Andy greatly if they had given the matter any thought. Her attendance at the various events around the city were a professional necessity, and the mindless moths that sought her attention had the lifespans of the creatures they emulated -- colourfully short. Anyone that paid careful attention to Miranda's eyes would have seen that her gaze very rarely slid away from Andy when she was in sight, and her uncanny ability to locate Andy in a crowd had others whispering about a very short ball and chain.
The truth was much easier and more obvious than it was hidden. Both of them would have separately mentioned that they had no eyes for anyone else when they were in the presence of each other.
Star Struck - Lady Gaga (featuring Flo-Rida) - for punky_96. This is a sequel to 3.1, which is a sequel to 2.26 and 2.29.
II. 241 words
It was some time into Andrea's tenure at Runway that she finally saw the endless efforts required to actually appear effortlessly beautiful. It required a whole Closet's worth of accessories and accoutrements to give the wearer the final appearance of a well put-together woman. Even after she left Runway, Nigel's lessons on style and selection did not fade into the background but rather, Andy became somewhat of a practical example of mixing and matching pieces to garner the necessary 'look.'
Later though, Andrea noticed that Miranda spent significantly less time and effort and would still be able to cause a ripple of jaw-dropping once she entered any space. There was no magical elixir that could be bottled and marketed, although legions of men and women would have paid small fortunes for such manna; rather, it was an interesting combination of confidence and sang-froid.
For those that knew of Miranda by reputation only, their imaginations provided enough stars and shine that Miranda could have appeared in a potato sack and they would have declared it to be haute couture regardless of reality. For those that knew Miranda beyond her reputation, they recognized Miranda's signature style quickly enough to acknowledge her selections and then moved on from there. Of course, there were the very privileged few that would ever see Miranda away from any fabric at all, and from there, a starstruck declaration that Miranda herself felt better than the finest silk in the world.
http://www.sendspace.com/folder/gc6d4s << where all mashups tends to be.
Listen. Demand drabbles! ;)
I want you back (chew fu big room fix) - Jackson Five - for unfortunateggs
XXVII. 188 words
It was true that you could never step twice in the same river, nor could going home ever be the same place that your heart remembered. Yet, even what the mind clearly knew to be an illogical desire did not mean that the heart yearned any less. It was trite to think about letting things go in hope that they would return, yet how else could you describe her leaving? It was untenable to have it described as the abandonment in Paris, even if it felt worse than reading the facsimiles the first time.
And so, she became the name never mentioned, and Paris was a black hole of a memory at the archives of Runway. Everyone spoke of the autumn or French presentations but Paris had become a forbidden word. That was a foolishness I ignored for several months until Nigel 'slipped' and mentioned the need to plan for the next round of shows. I am still amused at the gaping shock of Emily (and the blank look from the latest 'Emily') but perhaps the maudlin lyric of time heals everything had served its purpose well enough.
If U Seek Amy - Britney Spears - for punky_96 which is a sequel to 2.29 which in turn is a prequel to 2.26.
I. 411 words
For a great number of years, among the glitterati of Manhattan, the name Miranda Priestly evoked envy and fear in equal measures. Seen in the company of some of the most eligible bachelors that claimed power and wealth in the uppermost echelons of society, and almost always seen with some of the most beautiful and competent assistants trailing to a side, the cameras that circulated various society functions had never taken a bad picture of the Runway Editrix; a brief glimpse through the archives would have allayed any doubt that existed on that point. By all appearances, she lived a charmed (and hectic) life, whether married or divorced, both men and women had a difficult sorting out whether they were more envious of her professional successes, fearful of her seemingly effortless beauty; men wanted her, and women wanted to be her, complete with the bevy of handsome swain that fluttered about her like moths to a captive gaze.
After her second divorce was splashed all over the gossip rags like so much detritus on the street, the allure of Miranda Priestly did not fade, and had in fact, notched itself upwards by virtue of 'availability.' Even after the rest of those that had professed interest in Miranda had finally stopped spinning their heads in confusion at the relationship between Andrea Sachs and her, her cachet had not diminished a wit. Rather, there was the new envy of her ability to have snagged this beautiful young woman with her wide smile and brilliant eyes. Women no longer thought to worry about losing their husbands to the flame that was named Priestly, but were too busy wondering about the potential threat of Andy Sachs instead.
This background hum would have amused Miranda and Andy greatly if they had given the matter any thought. Her attendance at the various events around the city were a professional necessity, and the mindless moths that sought her attention had the lifespans of the creatures they emulated -- colourfully short. Anyone that paid careful attention to Miranda's eyes would have seen that her gaze very rarely slid away from Andy when she was in sight, and her uncanny ability to locate Andy in a crowd had others whispering about a very short ball and chain.
The truth was much easier and more obvious than it was hidden. Both of them would have separately mentioned that they had no eyes for anyone else when they were in the presence of each other.
Star Struck - Lady Gaga (featuring Flo-Rida) - for punky_96. This is a sequel to 3.1, which is a sequel to 2.26 and 2.29.
II. 241 words
It was some time into Andrea's tenure at Runway that she finally saw the endless efforts required to actually appear effortlessly beautiful. It required a whole Closet's worth of accessories and accoutrements to give the wearer the final appearance of a well put-together woman. Even after she left Runway, Nigel's lessons on style and selection did not fade into the background but rather, Andy became somewhat of a practical example of mixing and matching pieces to garner the necessary 'look.'
Later though, Andrea noticed that Miranda spent significantly less time and effort and would still be able to cause a ripple of jaw-dropping once she entered any space. There was no magical elixir that could be bottled and marketed, although legions of men and women would have paid small fortunes for such manna; rather, it was an interesting combination of confidence and sang-froid.
For those that knew of Miranda by reputation only, their imaginations provided enough stars and shine that Miranda could have appeared in a potato sack and they would have declared it to be haute couture regardless of reality. For those that knew Miranda beyond her reputation, they recognized Miranda's signature style quickly enough to acknowledge her selections and then moved on from there. Of course, there were the very privileged few that would ever see Miranda away from any fabric at all, and from there, a starstruck declaration that Miranda herself felt better than the finest silk in the world.