"Uh, (mum/dad/name), why are we at the beauty salon?"
You were being led to the salon, which was allocated in Roxy's Raceway, your mind whizzed through thoughts of
'Do I need a haircut,'
'Why am I here,'
'Do I look that bad that I need a haircut?'
...
"I booked you in for a colour and a trim!" your (parent) says.
You were astounded by their response. A colour and a trim, a makeover, hell yeah.
One of the hairdressers booked you in when you entered and made you sit in a neon green and purple padded chair with white LED lights on the stitching. The mirror in front of you was oval with red, green, white, and blue neon striped lights. The walls of the salon were red with neon signs of the band animatronics scattered in numerous places. There were also posters portraying Monty placed by the counters.
"What colour do you want your hair sweetie?" The lady said.
"Could I have Dark blue ends?" You asked, you did not want your hair fully coloured.
"Of course, what length do you want your hair?" the hairdresser asked.
"Medium length, please?"
"Okay, style?"
"Loose waves, please?"
The lady nods and brings a basin over to your chair which leans back, you rest your head on the uncomfortable stone whilst she washes your hair. One she has done, you are sat upright again, in the mirror you see a drowned rat,
which is you.
It takes a while to trim the end and foil dye the ends of your hair.
"How long will dyeing the ends of my hair take?"
"About an hour to an hour thirty"
"Great" You say unenthusiastic-ally, your parent shoots you a glare, you avoid their stare and become quiet after that. Your hair finally dyed and the dye was washed out. You closed your eyes for the part where she was curling your hair into waves.
"All done, you can look now!" The lady said, chuckling.
You opened your eyes and saw that your (colour) hair had faded dark blue ends and parts of your hair had been curled beautifully into loose waves, it was overwhelming. "Thank you, thank you!" You say, jumping up and down in your seat. The hairdresser says "you're welcome" and brings your mother to the counter to pay.
"That comes to £150" You overhear the hairdresser say. You jump in your seat as you hear those words, your parents paid that much?
You appreciated your haircut a lot more after...
YOU ARE READING
~Glamrock Interactions x Y/N~
FanficEntering the pizzaplex, you notice the surroundings are happy, vibrant, and futuristic. And this turns into regular visits until you get older. Something happens one day and you return back the the Pizza Plex once it's shut down. During your night...
