The Make-Up Artist: Part 2

Chapter Thirty: Come Undone

The next day, after sleeping in and a lazy breakfast on the patio again, you find yourself beginning to imagine that maybe you really could have a life like this with Taron. Sure, you still live on opposite sides of the world and his work schedule is insane, but who's to say you can't do more things like this, as your schedules allow of course. And his schedule won't be insane forever. After the Rocketman promotional tour is over, things will surely calm down for him, at least a little bit. Maybe this can work out after all. You actually find yourself starting to feel...hopeful. Hopeful that things will work out, hope for your future, hope that your love can overcome anything. This is the thought that consumes you as you spend the day with him in this hotel room; eating, laughing, making out and just enjoying each other's company. You really don't think you've ever been this content. Ever.

After lunch, as you are both relaxing with the patio door open, listening to music and enjoying the view, Taron jumps up when he hears a particular song come on. You recognize it but of course don't know it like Taron does. He waltzes over to you and extends his hand.

"Dance with me?" He asks and even if you didn't want to, you know you wouldn't be able to resist that invitation. You are barefoot and wearing a pair of linen shorts and a t-shirt, and Taron is wearing loose joggers and is bare-chested, but it doesn't matter. You happily stand and take his hand, letting him lead you around the carpeted floor of the room. Unsurprisingly, he begins to croon the lyrics into your ear as you rest your head on his chest.

"So rock and roll so corporate suit
So damn ugly, so damn cute
So well trained, so animal
So need your love, so fuck you all
I'm not scared of dying I just don't want to
If I stop lying I'd just disappoint you
I come undone..."

When he's done with that verse, you pull back to look at him questioningly. "So do you know the words to like ALL the songs?" You ask sarcastically.

"Yeah pretty much", he responds, then pulls you flush against him to continue the dance. You smile against his skin and close your eyes, inhaling him in. Memorizing this moment so that you can call on it whenever you want to, whenever you need to, whenever you're apart. Taron continues to sing dreamily and you feel the soft vibrations through his chest.

"They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
I pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep
If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet
Because I'm scum
And I'm your son
I've come undone"

Listening to the lyrics, you realize it's not a particularly romantic song, even though the tune sort of implies that it is. The song actually seems sad in a way, painful. You make a mental note to really start paying more attention to song lyrics and maybe even learning them like Taron does. As the song comes to an end, he twirls you slowly then brings you back to dip you over his knee and plants a sweet kiss to your lips. Pulling you upright, he whispers into your ear, "Thanks for the dance love, but I think it's time for us to start getting ready." Your stomach drops at his words and you remember that you have to actually leave this sanctuary to go mingle with the elite. The only bright spot is that you are close to meeting Elton, however terrifying that might be.

"Ok", you sigh, then pull out of his grasp to decide what needs to be done next. "We probably need to shower, then I can get you ready, then get myself ready", you state, going into work mode.

"Shower together?" Taron asks, pulling you back to him and nuzzling your neck.

"Not if we want to get anything done", you squeal, pushing at his chest feebly. His skin is so warm and his body so inviting, you want nothing more than to stand in a hot steamy shower with him, but duty calls. After you've both showered, separately, you style Taron's hair and apply a bit of light make-up appropriate for the cameras that will most likely be in his face all evening. That thought causes a slight shudder to go through you and you just hope that not too many cameras will be on you. After he is dressed in a dark navy suit, tied in with a casual white shirt and suede loafers, he steps out to meet with Lindsay and Rachel, and you take the opportunity to agonize over everything in private. Basically everything is stressing you out about tonight. Your hair, your make-up, the dress, meeting Elton, being around all those celebrities and cameras. But you tell yourself to relax, take a deep breath and try and take comfort in the fact that Taron will be by your side for most of the evening. After you're satisfied with your simply yet elegantly styled hair and neutral make-up, you walk to the closet to retrieve your dress. It looks even prettier here in the room with the daylight pouring in through the window, and you feel a sparkle of hope as you pull it on. Pulling the side zipper up and pairing the dress with your strappy summer sandals, you admire yourself in the full length mirror attached to the door of the closet. It clings to all your curves in all the right places, and the addition of the heels make your legs look nice as the dress grazes the tops of your thighs. It requires no necklace since the asymmetrical neckline touches the bottom of your throat, and the diamond star studs in your ears bring just the right amount of sparkle to the ensemble. Looking at yourself this way, you feel as though you might just be able to pretend that you fit in at this lavish event. Glancing at the clock, you see that it's almost time to leave and as if on cue, Taron comes bursting through the door and stops short when he sees you.