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This is a scene that doesn't exist, for a fanfic that was only ever meant to be a one-part installment. Arnold is a reporter, and Helga is the model he's assigned to write a piece on, for a fashion show. As for the dialogue, that's your choice.

Created in honor of Hatterlet [link] , because of her extreme love of a one-shot I created as part of an ipod shuffle challenge ( [link] ) , based on Roxette's song, "The Look."

Here's to you, my friend. =^__^=

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“The Look.” By Roxette

“Walking like a man
Hitting like a hammer
She's a juvenile scam
Never was a quitter
Tasty like a raindrop
She's got the look

Heavenly bound
Cause heaven's got a number
When she's spinning me around
Kissing is a colour
Her loving is a wild dog
She's got the look

She's got the look (She's got the look) She's got the look (She's got the look)
What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue
When everything I'll ever do I'll do for you
And I go la la la la la she's got the look”

Arnold stared down his camera lens, almost forgetting for a moment what he was there to do. All time seemed to suspend as his entire being became focused on a single object within his view.

Helga, walking down the New York runway, dressed as a representative of one of Rhonda’s most recent creations. Legs long and smooth peeked out from under a skin-tight, knee-length black-jean skirt, hems frayed. Ending in four-inch spiked hot pink heels. The only real color in the entire outfit besides the matching bow; a single ribbon tying back the long, wavy hair that cascaded down her back.

One long bang covering her left eye, and wearing a tight black leather jacket, his surroundings seemed to freeze as one memory superimposed another. Lost in shock, the award-winning photographer’s hands lost all their strength and, unnoticed, time seemed to slow as he camera fell to the hard floor, several thousand dollars dashed to pieces within a second’s time.

All eyes were upon the young blonde, but he saw none of it. All he could think was…

“Cecille? Helga?!”

For the first time in history, a New York model lost her step and fell into the crowd, blue eyes wide with shock as Rhonda’s ‘ Perfect ’ show fell to pieces.

Description
This is a scene that doesn't exist, for a fanfic that was only ever meant to be a one-part installment. Arnold is a reporter, and Helga is the model he's assigned to write a piece on, for a fashion show. As for the dialogue, that's your choice.

Created in honor of Hatterlet [link] , because of her extreme love of a one-shot I created as part of an ipod shuffle challenge ( [link] ) , based on Roxette's song, "The Look."

Here's to you, my friend. =^__^=

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“The Look.” By Roxette

“Walking like a man
Hitting like a hammer
She's a juvenile scam
Never was a quitter
Tasty like a raindrop
She's got the look

Heavenly bound
Cause heaven's got a number
When she's spinning me around
Kissing is a colour
Her loving is a wild dog
She's got the look

She's got the look (She's got the look) She's got the look (She's got the look)
What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue
When everything I'll ever do I'll do for you
And I go la la la la la she's got the look”

Arnold stared down his camera lens, almost forgetting for a moment what he was there to do. All time seemed to suspend as his entire being became focused on a single object within his view.

Helga, walking down the New York runway, dressed as a representative of one of Rhonda’s most recent creations. Legs long and smooth peeked out from under a skin-tight, knee-length black-jean skirt, hems frayed. Ending in four-inch spiked hot pink heels. The only real color in the entire outfit besides the matching bow; a single ribbon tying back the long, wavy hair that cascaded down her back.

One long bang covering her left eye, and wearing a tight black leather jacket, his surroundings seemed to freeze as one memory superimposed another. Lost in shock, the award-winning photographer’s hands lost all their strength and, unnoticed, time seemed to slow as he camera fell to the hard floor, several thousand dollars dashed to pieces within a second’s time.

All eyes were upon the young blonde, but he saw none of it. All he could think was…

“Cecille? Helga?!”

For the first time in history, a New York model lost her step and fell into the crowd, blue eyes wide with shock as Rhonda’s ‘ Perfect ’ show fell to pieces.