Developing Your Personal Style, Thursday, Period 1

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Today, class was once again meeting in the Danger Shop, which, when they arrived, was in its resting state except for a table with a plate of cupcakes on it next to where the instructor was standing. "It's our last week together," Petra said, totally bummed out about this. "You guys have been great. I'll be teaching a workshop on surviving on a deserted island next term, which, you never know when it might come in handy, if any of you are interested. Anyway. It seemed like it would be kind of weird to give you a final in 'personal style,' and plus this is summer, it's supposed to be fun, not work, so we're not gonna do that. Instead..." she clicked a button on the remote, and the Danger Shop transformed into a runway surrounded by racks and racks of clothes, accessories, shoes, you name it. "We're gonna have a fashion show! Just go wild, and then strut your stuff." She clicked another button, and the strains of a hip-hop remix of Beena's "Mumbai Love Song" began pumping through the speakers. Perfect fashion show music. "Oh," she added, "the cupcakes are real. Help yourselves!"