creator x santogold
[collab with the wonderful @elizabeth-kate]
7.5.12 |The Rose Court Apartments
I begin sitting up my station when Chase came over to my area. "I just wanna check in and see how things are going?"
"Good, good." And I didn't lie, I was pretty content with my life at the moment. I was doing something I loved; I was making money doing something I loved. Other than my step-sister living with me, life was good.
"Good," he clasped his hands together. He stood up and walked to the center of the salon.
"I just wanna announce that we have a big gig coming up. We are," he paused for dramatic effect.
"What, what," Misha, the lead hairstylist asked.
"Well, the fabulous Shirley Stevenson has asked us could we do hair and make up for her fashion show next week. Exciting, right?"
"That's what I'm talking about."
"But, we must first give her an idea of what we are going to do. We meet with her in two days. Bailey," Chase turned to me. "You will be our model. So tomorrow, I want at least two ideas from each of you at tomorrow's meeting. Got it? Good."
He smiled and walked back to his office.
I was excited. This was major news for the shop. The whole salon was buzzing with excitement as the first few customers begin walking into the shop.
I looked up from organizing my brushes at the sound of my name being called. Stevie, standing next to a red-head girl, was beckoning for me. I guess it was time for my first client, a new fresh face. I walked to the front, introducing myself. I guided her towards my chair, my busy day had officially begun. I was applying moisturizer to her skin when she finally spoke.
"Hello." Her greeting was a little late, and kinda shocked me actually. She seemed as if the last thing she wanted done was make-up.
"Can I just say, without this being weird that you’re hair is awesome,” she said with a smile.
"Thank you," I smiled all the while concentrating.
"No, really, I'm jealous," she smiled. "I think I should maybe bleach mine back to blonde, I’ve been thinking about it."
It seemed as if she was talking more to herself than me, but I replied anyway.
"Well, you are certainly in the right place."
"Nah, I think I'm just gonna keep it red."
I laughed a little, "well, it does look good on you."
And that wasn't a lie. The red was striking against her fair skin. And I didn't want her make-up to take away from that. The girl was gorgeous. And as I finished primping her face, I realized I remember her from the Rose Court Apartments. I didn't do much socializing or attend many of the functions, but I have seen her around a few times.
"So what's the special occasion? Any particular look you are going for?"
"Uhm," she said as she cocked her a head a little, "I don't understand why I'm here, but Ryan made me come. So, I don't know."
Ryan? "Who's Ryan? Is that the hot guy who dropped you off?"
I reached for my Sedona Lace powder brush and the powder I would be applying to her face today as I waited for her to tell me who was Ryan.
"Yes, that was Ryan," she nodded enthusiastically.
I laughed a little as I reached for the foundation I would be using on her face today. "Keep your head still."
I began to apply the powder when she rushed out, "but he's not my boyfriend!"
"Who isn't your boyfriend," I paused. Then I remembered what we were discussing only moments ago. "Oh, Ryan. That's nice, I guess."
"I'm just telling you because people assume that all the time. Even though, it's not true."
I shrugged. "But you two would make an amazing couple. And besides," i continued as I turned around to reach for a palette of eye shadows and a brush, "he's totally gorgeous. Why wouldn't you want to bed that."
"Cause I know I would," I heard Steven, the hairstylist next to my station commented.
I laughed. Steven was your typical flamboyant gay, and you just had to love him. His bluntness was something to be enjoyed, or at least when you're not on his bad side. And that was one side I stayed away from. I have seen Steven give many a good tongue lashing.
"I mean-" Ivy begin.
"Honey, you better grabbed that man. There's not many gay man, so I know the straight population has to be suffering something awful, girl."
"He may be on to something." I concurred with Steven. I knew I had a hard time with men. Which could totally be the reason I'm single now. They were such d.cks. And afraid of the word: commitment. I wasn't one for just f.cking around. So I figured I could do bad all by my damn self. But, Lord knows I was still looking.
I took a step back, and checked out my handy work. "You are gorgeous, Ivy. And you skin is amazing."
I turned around grabbing some liquid eyeliner. Cat eyes would set the look off amazingly.
"Thanks," she said happily.
Her energy was making me giggle. "So, you and Ryan going on a hot date or something? And I hope he has a car, because I know you don't want to pay all this money to just mess up your make-up."
"The vibrations from that motorcycle will be worth it, honey." Yes, that was Steven.
I laughed. "Oh, my god, Steven, you naughty boy! He's a nasty one," I said to Ivy.
She laughed too. Although, I was curious to know what she was thinking right now. Steven still surprised me with some of the things he say.
"I'm not entirely sure what to say to that."
"Just ignore him," I laughed in a mock whisper. "And answer my question.
Her eyes became wide as if she didn't know what I was talking about. I realize she did this a lot. "What was the question again?"
"Am I making you up for a hot date...with Ryan."
She sighed. "No. Though I wish it was that interesting."
Curiously, I asked, "So then what?"
She shrugged lightly, "some function thingy he and his brother are attending. I go with them all the time to these things. It's boring, but I go because I'm a great friend."
"I'm almost done, Ivy. Just give me five more minutes," I laughed as she began to drum her fingers on her leg impatiently.
"What? I'm in no rush, take your time."
I laughed. I knew she was lying. "Liar."
"Okay, you are right. Sitting still this long is killing me."
I reached for a peachy lipstick and began applying it to her lips. Finally, and I'm sure to Ivy's delight, I was finish. I turned her around in the chair.
"Do you like it," I said as if she should have know what the hell i was talking about.
"I do. I actually do."
"There you are done. Finally," I teased.
She laughed lightly.
"Well, I hope you have fun at your function thingy with Ryan, who is NOT your boyfriend. Oh, and his brother too."
"He's not my boyfriend," she repeated petulantly as she stood.
"That what I said," I replied cheekily. It seemed as if there was more to this story.
"That's not what you meant," she pouted then grinned.
I shrugged. "Maybe not, you'll never know."
She pointed a finger in mock threat. "I do know."
"Sure you do," I shook my head as I spotted the "not boyfriend" leaning against a very expensive car. He's rich, too! She better grab that hunk, rich man. "Now get gone, your Ryan is waiting outside."
She turned and looked. "Bye, Bailey. Bye, Steven. And he's NOT MINE," she called back as the door was shutting.
"Girl, is that him," Steven said as he came and stood beside me.
"Giiiiiiiirl, girl," he threw his hands up and walked away.
I laughed. I was thinking the same thing: lucky girl.y he