• MALI JAY'S POV •
One Week Later
Zombies are viewed as ugly, decaying, flesh eating; I don't think I am a zombie, but I sure do feel like one.
Me, being the brilliant college drop-out that I am, decided it was a good idea to get drunk last night when I have a whole crew coming to my apartment today to make me look pretty.
That's right, today is the day of my photo shoot. I know I should be super pumped, but my headache is too killer to even think about fake eyelashes and smiles. To top it off I have a hang nail.
Great.
I throw my body into the shower to attempt to wash off the smell of last night's liquor. If you go to a bar and drink by yourself your seen as an alcoholic, that's why I decided to stay home and drink with my animals. Well, I drank they watched.
Once I rid myself of fumes and put on a sweatshirt and leggings
The coffee was hot as it touched my tongue but it eased the ache in my head and that's all that mattered.
A buzz rang through my apartment signaling that someone was here. I let them up knowing that it was the crew coming to make me look pretty.
I opened the door letting the people through with all of their equipment, people so many people.
A small woman grabbed my arm:
"Hey I'm Mari, I'll be doing your hair and makeup today." She said smiling at me.
"Nice to meet you Mari, I'm MJ. I like your hair." I said referring to her bright teal hair.
My attention was turned elsewhere before she could respond. I looked for who called my name, and I noticed a tall bald man waving me over to him.
"MJ! It's nice to see you, I'm Max your photographer for the day." He said shaking my head.
"Nice to meet you too." I smiled.
"Let's get you ready them hm?"
With that I was pulled every which way. Powders were thrown onto my face. My hair was being pulled. People were yelling. I should've taken an Advil.
Max took pictures of Mari doing my makeup and hair. This is what celebrities must feel like.
My makeup was soft, it was a weird contrast to my usual black eyelids. I wore a light taupe eye shadow, and a trace of mascara. According to Mari it made me look like a "goddess".
And here I was thinking that all this time I was a zombie.
I was put into a champagne colored slip, it was low and showed off many of my tattoos.
Max had me lay on my bed with Kat and Toad. He just took pictures of playing around with them. It was simple, natural feeling (besides all of the people watching me).
The day went on, my makeup got darkened when I took pictures in the shop itself.
My outfit changed into dark jeans and a plain tank top.
It wasn't bad, except for the fact that my headache never went away.
Who knew? Zombies can take pictures too.
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AN
I do actually have a hang nail and it hurts to type.
It's so hard to write a non cheesy photoshoot I'm so so sorry.
One of the chapters coming up is going to be the best chapter of your life
it's like chapter 7 I think
;)
Love always
MA
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