Jennifer and I finally climbed on the steps leading to the MFG building. Grasping the invitation in hand, my heart beat uncontrollably, like Cinderella stepping into the castle. As an enthusiast of fashion design, it was my first time to attend such a formal professional fashion show.

It was a paradise after stepping the last step of the stairs. Three main architectures with a gazebo walled a small but comfortable patio, which a T-shaped platform stated in the middle, surrounded by fresh clovers, looking rather like a piece of green drapery. Pop Stars were being interviewed by crowds of media beyond the platform.

Skies turned pale and everything was shrouded in a curtain of darkness with bright lights flashing like diamonds sparkling the night. Looked through those huge French windows, the pure white in walls compared the dull black out walls distinctively, forming pieces of comparative art works.

Hosts and guests were freely drinking, eating and chatting.

Not being one of the celebrities, I and Jennifer, two sophomore students, had been wandering about for a long time, wondering what to do. I was too nervous to talk to other guests, because I knew no one among them. The question of “who was who” blended in my brain continuously. I just took out my camera, and shot pictures of everything, from a dog to a crowd of people’s heads. However, people’s friendliness relaxed me a bit. Whenever I was about to take a picture of someone, they would be very nice and gave me a beautiful smile and pose.

Finally, Jennifer put down the dessert plate and said to me, “We should do something.”

I nodded but followed her suspiciously. She popped here and there, took pictures of different people, showed admiration to them and then chatted with them. Sometimes she even played little tricks on them, such as taking off someone’s caps and sunglasses, touching one’s beards mischievously. Standing beside her with a mouth wide, I was surprised and really appreciated her energy. I started to blame myself of being diffident. Inspired by her, I began to chat with others, but I got stuck when chatting with a very good-looking Londoner, maybe the most attractive foreigner I’ve ever met. However, my nervousness relieved a lot when I coincidentally met a schoolmate, who was one of the models running the show.

After a cocktail party, which made me nervous all the time, we took the last bus heading for the runway show. We arrived at the place a little bit late so that the show had already begun for a while. We hurried to find a place where we could get a good view of the show, despite how starved we were.

Groups of models walked gracefully on the runway, with the phantasmagoric music and glittering lights. We were all stunned by piece after piece of splendid clothes performed by elegant models.

When a piece of romantic French song switched on, models with innocently white voile skirts walked upwards. As the song was soft and slow, models changed their confidentally fast paces into elegant and slow ones.

“Look,” said Jennifer excitedly,” they walked barefoot!” I turned my attention from the exquisite dresses to their feet. “Yes.” I screamed,

“How thoughtful the designer was. That’s why the models walked as if they were roaming on the heaven, like angles, fairies, whatever names you addressed to. They walked on their toes, pretending to walk in high heel shoes, roaming, dancing, I might describe, like ballerinas. Their adorable gown floated as gentle as slight mist. I was totally obsessed with the perfect harmony of these clothes, performing and music.

As the models disappeared, music and lights shifted to brisk ones. Another group of models dressed in fluorescent summer wears appeared. Girls in short pants and skirts while boys in shirts with button unclosed showing healthy, sexy and charming looks held the audience spellbound.

Excited, intrigued, and intoxicated, I could do nothing but indulge myself in continuously shooting pictures of the ornate clothes. This fashion show, in its overwhelming way, marked the very beginning of my dream of becoming a fashion designer. But the more important thing is, more nights like this in the future would help me to stack my cache of fashion design, until one day I find my own work is displayed on the T-stage in front of me.