What do I do now? We would be called up in five minutes time.
"Bukky! Think, think, think..."
I thought, pacing around. The rest of the models were looking at me for ideas; no one could even say anything.
"Without the music, there is nothing."
Jovita spoke out and sighed in disappointment.
Yes! That's it, music. I hurried to the DJ, "How many minutes have we got left?"
"Less then three minutes," he replied.
I turned to my models, "Girls, gather around. Guys, take the next line."
They all starred at me like 'what's she doing?'. They obeyed anyway.
"I need that keyboard on stage; attach a good microphone to it." I ordered the DJ.
He quickly arranged for a keyboard on stage.
"Now connect the keyboard to the speakers. Once I’m about to go up stage, switch off the main lights. When I’m seated behind the keyboard, fix one spot light on me, and another centered on each model who walks in.”
The camera man and every other machinery got my message.
"Up next, Bisola Oluwatoke."
The stage went dark immediately. Perfect! I could hear everyone murmur, “Could this be an electrical fault?”
Seconds later, when I was on stage, the spot light shone on me.
The audience roared with applause. I cleared my throat and began to play the keyboard with c-sharp. I sang a song by Emili Sande - ‘clown’.
As planned, the next spot light shone on every model who walked in. I made sure the models who wore gowns and suits walked in first; this best fits the song I was singing.
I signaled the DJ if he had gotten another media player, he nodded in affirmation. Good. He took my phone and played ‘love is wicked’ by Brick and Lace. Before that, the stage went dark again, brightened up fully with the remaining models marching in with their jeans, canvas, timberlands and jackets of different types and colours, to match with the music playing in rhythmic fashion.
When they were through, the hall was strangely quiet. No one moved a muscle. Oh God, did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, one of the judges stood up and started applauding.
"This is unbelievable!" He kept saying.
The whole audience stood up with him and roared with shouts and applauds. Gosh! my eyes brimmed. Even if I didn't win this competition, I never failed to leave them amazed.
We were called out, both teams.
"Vodka and her team scored 74 points."
The applause was rather low. My legs began to shake.
"And Bukky scored 120points!"
I went mad with Joy! But then Clarise drew me aside;
"Madam Clara is dead!"
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