I was a bit worried when we arrived at the landing point for Lieffiie’s Modelling Graduation Show, we were in a graveyard.
“Logan, you retard!” I exclaimed, “This can’t be the right place!”
“What have you got there?” I asked them.
“Eyeballs!” they said.
“Those are olives!” said Logan
“They’re ours now” said the Ravens.
(Yes, this is a Terry Pratchett joke, and no I can’t remember which book it’s from.)
Logan and I sighed and went inside.
The judges were on the stage getting ready.
On the other side of the stage there were two more judges guarding the virginal human sacrifice for the after-show party.
“Why do you think they are all sitting down?” asked Logan
Roe wasn’t judging this show either, but she was in the audience. I’m not sure you should wear white clothes Roe, they might try to eat you afterwards too and what’s that scary looking tentacle coming your way?
The presenters then announced that the models were going to demonstrate all the different Gothic styles, like American Gothic and European Gothic…
Everything was going along beautifully and then suddenly there was this ghastly sound,
Embarrassed? Me? At that moment I could quite happily have crawled back into the sock drawer on my own.
But, no one seemed to care and the show went on…
… And finally …
But wait, what’s that big gap at the front?
She’s demonstrating Classic Crashtard Gothic and can’t get back for the Finale )-:
Shortly after this the show finishes and the organisers and graduates come down from the stage to mingle with the audience.