(Orig.) Not Just Yet

The instrumental music filled the arena with a wonderfully transitioning blend of her music while a profoundly strong female voice dictated important milestones in her career, even mentioning a few notable moments in Skie's younger years. As her gaze was locked on the screens, ears transfixed to listen to each note and spoken word that passed, the stage hands worked with impeccable speed and dexterity. Like a pit crew in a race, they were there to adjust, tweak, fix and clean anything they could find that needed it. Due to the mishap earlier however they had their paws full with trying to fix the top and apply a safe and comfortable amount of wardrobe adhesive to make sure her chest didn't end up falling through the openings where the sheer had been. They were so focused on doing this quickly that they neglected the zipper itself that held the top together in the center, however only a quarter of the teeth had come undone so it wasn't very noticeable given the more pressing concern.

"Sixty seconds," Another member of the staff called out from further backstage, letting everyone know when Skie would need to head back out. The stagehands worked faster to finish up the final touches, making sure her chest was tucked back inside the altered top. Just as they fixed the top the last individual finished with the tie straps on her panties, re-tying them for safe measure. The stagehands filed away backstage again leaving Skie to finish the rest of the show.