Talent

Ch. 9

{Chapter Nine: Hair}

It was weird, to me, seeing the red swirl on the shower floor. I was confused at first, before I realized it was my hair. I remembered, from the first shower I took after it was dyed. The little red rivulets that snaked their way towards the drain, trickling, rushing.

I thought about all of this, as I stood in front of the mirror. I noticed how the red was beginning to fade, and how soon my brown roots would come peeking through.

For some reason, all of that information hitting, and reminding me of reality, made me wanna cry.

In the main part of our hotel room, I could hear Jordan and Jay busying themselves with getting ready.

When I walked out of the bathroom, my face must've shown my emotions, cause Jay chucked up deuces and split, leaving me and Jordan alone.

"Hallie-bear, what's wrong?"

"I dunno... What if I don't really belong here? What if I actually suck?" I said, quietly. And then proceeded to burst into obnoxious tears.

Jordan held me in her arms, petting my hair and murmuring 'it's alright, it's okay's into my ear as I choked on my broken sobs.

"Shh, sh, you are amazing. You have more talent in your shit than most people have in all of them. You are lucky, because you have a beautiful way to hold people's attention. This might be cheesy and way overused, but you are uniquely you. Remember what Marilyn Monroe said?" Jordan rocked me, hugged me, stroked my hair, and wiped my eyes, being the most amazing friend in the whole universe.

"Which quote, 'Trying to be someone else is a waste of the person you are.' or 'It's better to be absolutely ridiculous, than to be absolutely boring.'?" I asked, sniffling. Jordan laughed.

"Both. But you get the point. So, what caused you to get all 'low self esteem' on me just now?"

"I guess that I was thinking about my hair fading, not lasting, and how I could do the same. What if i'm a one hit wonder? I don't wanna be oblivious, unreknown, garbage. I like this feeling, so close to being a star. Like I'd inspire people. I don't like the idea of obscurity." My throat tightened again.

"But you aren't! You could never be garbage! Obscure or not, that just isn't you. And even if you are a one hit wonder, so what! But you won't be. You won't. I promise. You are a star, Hallie-bear. Whether you see it, or don't, you'll always be a star." I choked on one final sob, which fumbled into a laugh at how much unwavering faith Jordan had in me. Her love almost made me wanna cry again, but I didn't.