iMeme round 2 drabbles (VIII)
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hesMore mashups, I think I've tossed around 1,200+ songs into the folders... so, anyone/everyone can do this here meme with all the songs here: http://www.sendspace.com/folder/gc6d4s
Some like it hot and heavy - locK3Down (Powerstation vs Does It Offend You, Yeah?) - for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sporkmetender after 2.21
XXII. 154 words
It was never a matter of "if" but more "when," when Miranda Priestly thought of the times where it had been almost serendipity that placed her at the precipice of making choices that would not only further her own agenda but would also thwart that of another. On the rare occasion, this would also coincide with the whole notion of repaying an unspoken debt that had been owed for far longer than she was comfortable with.
Neither Emily nor Andrea would ever know that had Andrea told Emily about the change in the Paris schedule, Miranda would have balanced the disappointment of Emily by including her in viewing the next seasons Paris Haute Couture events. It was never the same at the Ready-to-Wear shows, but Miranda had contemplated traveling to the London shows this year and knew that Emily's Westwood collection would probably expand by several suitcases at the rate those shoulder widths changed.
Freaky Chameleon - ABX (The Pack vs. Glass Candy) - foriheartstalkers
XXIII. 181 words
If one paid careful attention to the slight sounds that carried in the halls of Runway, one could eventually discern the distinct footsteps of various staffers long before their shadows appeared to cut into the pale sunlight. The different clicks and clacks would change with the seasons -- louder early on when they struggled to remove the telltale sign of new stems; by the end of the season, the squeaks had all but disappeared unless scuffed against the marble floor in a childish reminder of embarrassment.
Even after all this time, Emily never made the logical connection of sound carrying on the floor with the sudden appearances (or disappearances) of Miranda Priestly in the executive offices. Miranda had managed to silence her footsteps inside Elias-Clarke to such an extent that she could stand unnoticed for a moment or two before clicking forward from the doorway. It was uncanny how high people could jump even when seated. It was odd that one of the most noticed women in the world had mastered the art of disappearing right in front of everyone's ears.
Boom Boom Pow (Chew Fu Ghettohouse Remix) - forunfortunateggs
XXIV. 260 words
Her friends would have told you that Andy Sachs could sleep through an earthquake and a marching band parade if given the opportunity. They would have boasted of the miles she ran as part of the long-distance track program and the many occasions where she would bulk up on meals of vegetables and pasta before racing the next time. They would have picked over the articles that Andy had collected and framed -- pointing out the various journalism awards that she had garnered in her years of writing for the The Daily Northwestern. If asked, they would have sworn up and down their lives that Andy had planned on continuing to Law School or pursue further Journalism studies.
It is far less certain that they would have recognized Andrea Sachs -- an executive assistant who woke up at unseemly hours before dawn and had perfected the art of catching short naps at any possible moment. A brass band could not compete with the quiet whisper of command that echoed in the halls of Runway magazine. The running that she did these days consisted less of pounding footsteps across track trails but a constant up and down to offices that scattered themselves across the City. Actual running on four inch stems demanded far more dexterity than Andrea was willing to train for. As for pasta and eating at all? That too, seemed like a dream from a time long ago. Andrea remembered Emily saying something about even eating celery salads slowly so as to make those non-existent calories disappear even faster.
Some like it hot and heavy - locK3Down (Powerstation vs Does It Offend You, Yeah?) - for
sporkmetender after 2.21XXII. 154 words
It was never a matter of "if" but more "when," when Miranda Priestly thought of the times where it had been almost serendipity that placed her at the precipice of making choices that would not only further her own agenda but would also thwart that of another. On the rare occasion, this would also coincide with the whole notion of repaying an unspoken debt that had been owed for far longer than she was comfortable with.
Neither Emily nor Andrea would ever know that had Andrea told Emily about the change in the Paris schedule, Miranda would have balanced the disappointment of Emily by including her in viewing the next seasons Paris Haute Couture events. It was never the same at the Ready-to-Wear shows, but Miranda had contemplated traveling to the London shows this year and knew that Emily's Westwood collection would probably expand by several suitcases at the rate those shoulder widths changed.
Freaky Chameleon - ABX (The Pack vs. Glass Candy) - for
iheartstalkersXXIII. 181 words
If one paid careful attention to the slight sounds that carried in the halls of Runway, one could eventually discern the distinct footsteps of various staffers long before their shadows appeared to cut into the pale sunlight. The different clicks and clacks would change with the seasons -- louder early on when they struggled to remove the telltale sign of new stems; by the end of the season, the squeaks had all but disappeared unless scuffed against the marble floor in a childish reminder of embarrassment.
Even after all this time, Emily never made the logical connection of sound carrying on the floor with the sudden appearances (or disappearances) of Miranda Priestly in the executive offices. Miranda had managed to silence her footsteps inside Elias-Clarke to such an extent that she could stand unnoticed for a moment or two before clicking forward from the doorway. It was uncanny how high people could jump even when seated. It was odd that one of the most noticed women in the world had mastered the art of disappearing right in front of everyone's ears.
Boom Boom Pow (Chew Fu Ghettohouse Remix) - for
unfortunateggsXXIV. 260 words
Her friends would have told you that Andy Sachs could sleep through an earthquake and a marching band parade if given the opportunity. They would have boasted of the miles she ran as part of the long-distance track program and the many occasions where she would bulk up on meals of vegetables and pasta before racing the next time. They would have picked over the articles that Andy had collected and framed -- pointing out the various journalism awards that she had garnered in her years of writing for the The Daily Northwestern. If asked, they would have sworn up and down their lives that Andy had planned on continuing to Law School or pursue further Journalism studies.
It is far less certain that they would have recognized Andrea Sachs -- an executive assistant who woke up at unseemly hours before dawn and had perfected the art of catching short naps at any possible moment. A brass band could not compete with the quiet whisper of command that echoed in the halls of Runway magazine. The running that she did these days consisted less of pounding footsteps across track trails but a constant up and down to offices that scattered themselves across the City. Actual running on four inch stems demanded far more dexterity than Andrea was willing to train for. As for pasta and eating at all? That too, seemed like a dream from a time long ago. Andrea remembered Emily saying something about even eating celery salads slowly so as to make those non-existent calories disappear even faster.