He ran his fingers through his hair as you rummaged fabrics, looking for one that suit him. He was deathly famous, put your name on the papers once it twice. Had to make you raise your prices a bit. Some people knew him from his band, but his solo project, it went worldwide. Everyone knew the name "Patrick Stump."

This was your most tedious client. Usually you had people coming in just to hem pants or alter suits or get custom lace attached to a dress, but he came in for full, head to toe, gift wrapped suits. He said he liked my specific tailoring and seaming. And he liked to shop smaller. He paid well, and you could sew it, so why not?

You grabbed a fabric sample, turning to him and handing it over. A delicate red satin. This suit, his Halloween suit, needed to be perfect. As of everything in his wardrobe you produced. But this was extra important. A red carpet event. He ran his fingers over it, before shaking his head and handing it back.

"I don't like how bright the red is. I'm sorry if I'm being impolite I just- it's gonna be a red carpet, you know..."