because each story can have only 200 parts and I am a terribly long winded person, hence the overflow to Volume 2.
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Fanfiction from an overactive imagination & random fandom.
Once again disclaimers: This is a fan fiction inspir...
"Hey man, can I ask you something? I've been wondering for a while now." Yang Yang perched his elbow on the table and looked at his friend, Li Xian.
Li Xian raised an eyebrow. "Of course you can. We're brothers. You don't need to be so formal." He genially patted Yang Yang's shoulder.
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"What was your concept during the red carpet entrance just now? Was that a parachute? Or a dress?"
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Yang Yang had been flabbergasted when he saw Li Xian with a shiny golden curtain/bedsheet/canopy/parachute billowing behind him.
Around him, his studio staff had also lapsed into confused silence, but everyone was discreet enough to keep their comments to themselves, since they were in public.
Yang Yang knew that Rocco wanted the guests to bring a vacation-themed prop with them as they walked down the runway, so there were paper planes and water guns. Deng Lun strolled out carrying a tropical leaf, clearing doing the bare minimum. One guy came out playing a video game. His section came on the last, and were mostly spared the props. To him, this showed that Rocco favored them. This was apparent when Rocco arranged for Yang Yang to sit right beside him.
Li Xian shook his head at Yang Yang's lack of imagination and told him the concept. Yang Yang nodded and pretended that he understood.
They continued chatting for a while, and made vague plans to meet up for dinner and drinks someday, and then went to work the crowd.
Yang Yang walked past Jackson, casting a quick glance at his outfit. This guy definitely understood the assignment; he was wearing a solid red full suit, with no shirt underneath. The deep-V neckline of the blazer plunged all the way to his stomach, giving the audience a tantalizing view of his chest. Jackson augmented this view with a golden watch on a chain; he always served up what the audience wants to see.
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