I enter the waiting room, taking a seat on the swivel chair that had my name on it. The stylist didn't waste time and started styling my hair and putting foundation on my bare face.
"We'll do a light make up, but something more fierce on the eyes," my make up artist tells me.
I nod, smiling at her, "I'm your canvas," I joke.
Mark comes in about 20 minutes later.
"Hey, what's up?" he greets me, sitting on his side of the chair.
"Nothing much," I laugh, "you?"
I see him shrug through the mirror, "busy, currently getting my make up done," he says playfully.
I couldn't see Mark through the mirror because everyone was surrounded by him, starting on their job.
"I can't believe this is the last episode," Mark suddenly voices out.
"I know right? It has only been 2 weeks, felt like days ago."
Mark and I would talk once in a while until our hair and make up was done. Unlike last episode, this time the stylist made me change into something else.
It was a simple outfit so that the people watching wouldn't think that it was styled. I think that's what a lot of fans think- that most of my outfits were chosen by me. Most of the time- if not all, whenever I am being filmed, the outfit were not chosen by me.
They made me wear a pink and white checkered slightly cropped button cardigan with light blue baggy jeans. The cardigan was slightly baggy on me which makes it comfortable to dance in. They had my long black hair, curled.
I sat on the bench while I wait for Mark to be done. I decided to update my Instagram while I'm waiting.
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Mark enters the room with a different outfit. He was wearing an oversized dark blue plaid button up with black jeans. He had his hair styled up. He looked fresh and really handsome, I couldn't tell him that though.
"Were you waiting for me?" he asks, eyeing me while the staff touch up his hair and make-up.
I put my phone away, "yeah, but I think we still need to wait a while until we go in," I tell him.
He acknowledges my words, taking a seat on the empty chair which was a few feet away from me.
I purse my lip as silence filled the room- excluding a few of the staff talking to each other.
"Do you have Instagram?" Mark suddenly asks.
I look up at him, "oh, yeah. I do. Do you?"
I already knew the answer to that, I've been stalking his account a few weeks ago. I have a private account with 0 followers to stalk on some idols. It's safer that way, if I accidentally liked on a picture, no one would know.
