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THE fashion show was a big event in the rural town of Anderson’s Ville. Weeks before the event posters were placed all over to alert the community of the show. Then a car with a loud hailer crawled through the streets twice weekly announcing the date. One week before the show everyone was eagerly looking forward to the event.

The evening of the show saw a mini-invasion of Anderson’s Ville. Models, vendors spectators and buyers (sponsors) all flooded into the small community. It was chaos the type that folks there had never before witnessed. Parking was a big problem. Many visitors with no pace left to park, vehicles just parked in the nearest driveway. This caused a great deal of acrimony. Police had to enter the show and asked to see the driver of the blue/green/white vehicle license plate “XYZ” to “Kindly remove your car from blocking a driveway.” Eventually, things settled down and the show got on the way.

Models were dressed, makeup completed and they were all ready to go. Meanwhile, the crowd waited patiently for the show to begin. As usual, it started three hours late. Lights were dimmed and the announcer called the first model onto the runway. The anxious crowd cheered and the show was an instant hit. Model after model, varied fashions, styles, shoes, hats and accessories were displayed. The majority of people had come to see a show such as this for the very first time.

After all, 10 designers had displayed their collections the finale was announced. Models and designers walked onto the runway to bring the show to an end. When they had departed the Emcee started to make some announcements about future events. He was halfway through this monologue when three new models came onto the runway.

They were all stunningly beautiful and wore magnificently designed clothes. Like butterflies, they floated across the stage with grace and poise. Their beauty was unmatched. The crowd roared in approval. They gave the three beauties a standing ovation. The models departed but the crowd noisily demanded an encore.

Hearing the outcry the organiser returned to the stage to find out what was taking place. After hearing their requests, she went to the dressing room of the models and enquired about the last three who had walked the runway. No one knew who they were. She was returning to her room when she saw the three beautiful maidens.

“Were you on the stage a moment ago?”
“Yes, they loved us,” one of the girls said.
“I don’t remember contracting you ladies.”
“We only just arrived.”
“Were you on my list?”
“No, we heard the crowd and decided to show up.”
The organiser looked at each one in turn. She was puzzled.
How could such beautiful models be around without she or her people knowing about them?
“Which agency are you attached to?” she enquired.
“We are not attached to anyone. We are free spirits,” one of the models replied.
“Oh you mean freelancers,” She smiled at their obvious mistake.
Then it hit her. This was a golden opportunity to recruit three of the best models she had encountered in her 25-year career.
“Would you three like to work for me?”
“Sure.”
She quickly handed them each a registration form. “Fill them out and drop them off at my dressing room.”
The ladies left and the designer went to her room and continued her work for the night. So engrossed was she in the finances and other arrangements that she did not even know when the forms were dropped off. Just after midnight when she was about to leave she spoke to some of her regular girls.
“Do you guys know anything about the three new models who walked the runway late tonight?”
“No. We’ve never seen them at any other gig,” one girl said.
“Even the clothes designs were unique. Never seen anything like that,” another model said.
A man entered and handed her some paper. “Your new girls left these,” he said.
They were the registration forms she had given them earlier.
She examined them searching for more information about the three mysterious ladies. As she scanned the forms her face went pale with astonishment. She staggered and had to be supported by the models.
“What’s the matter?” They asked anxiously.
She pointed a trembling finger at the forms. There, in the address section was boldly written:
Address: Deep in the burial ground.
She now understood the expression “Free Spirits.”

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