Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter Sixty-two

A couple hours later, the party had wrapped up and you and Chris were back at your apartment. Archie had been for his last walk for the night and you were just climbing into bed with Chris. You flapped out the sheets to fall flat over you and snuggled into the space under his arm. Chris kissed the top of your hair in the dark.

"I really am gonna check out the show," he earnestly told you, completely unprompted.

You snickered, telling him, "That's okay. They were just teasing."

"No, I want to," he insisted. "It looks really good." You smiled, even though you weren't in a spot for him to see. "Besides," he added, "you've seen everything I've worked on. Why shouldn't I see everything you've worked on?"

"Well, there's a big difference between you doing something and me," you conceded. "It's apples and oranges. Besides, my list of television and movie credits is way shorter than yours. But I appreciate the offer."

"I do want to see the show, though," Chris assured you. "I can tell from tonight, it means a lot to you. To all of you."

"It does," you realized, nodding on his shoulder, with a fond smile. "I love all those guys. The real ones and their characters."

"It's a good group of people you got there," he approved. "I see why Frank wanted you back with the show."

"I'm glad I got back on the show," you noted. "I didn't know how much I missed it until I was back on set."

"So, what's next?" Chris wondered, his fingertips dragging lazily up and down your arm. "Some other show is taping on set, or something?"

"This UFC guy, Dana White?" you explained. "He's got kind of a travel show he's filming and they're coming Friday to see what the show's like. It's not like a big deal, but it's kind of a big deal because if you can get approval from guys like these..."

"It's like a badge of honor," he surmised.

"Exactly," you nodded. "I think we're all kind of secretly nervous. I mean, I know I am and I just do hair."

Chris gave you a squeeze. "It's 'cause you drank the Kool-aid," he laughed. "They got you hooked."

"How did I become this person?" you playfully begged. "I don't think I ever watched a fight or knew it was a sport before I got hired for the show."

"And now look at ya," Chris tutted. "Boxing at the gym with Frank, hanging out with MMA superstars..."

"I'm in deep," you happily admitted.

"Only thing that could save you now is an exorcism," he decided.

"I need a young priest and an old priest," you quipped.

                   

Dana White and his team for "Lookin' For A Fight" rolled into town and on to the Navy St set late Friday morning. You and Frank quietly chatted with Byron, while you got Frank camera ready. It wasn't that there were eavesdropping ears in the otherwise empty hair and makeup trailer, it was just that you were right. Everyone was a bit anxious to know if the real deals of the MMA fight world were going to like what they saw.

You all had an inkling that they had to. How could they not? Frank and Byron poured their hearts and souls into the show. The whole cast did. They did every thing they could to make it real. Maybe that's why it seemed so personal. Everyone had made such an investment and all they wanted was for fight fans and pros to say they were doing it right. 

Dana and his cohorts, Matt Serra and Din Thomas, were down to earth. You even got to snap a few pics for Frank and a selfie to share for yourself. But you could still feel the nervousness when the gangs from the two shows came together and the cameras came on. They did a lot of talking with Frank and, from the sidelines, you softly whispered your shared worries with Natalie and Matt, here and there. The guys got a good look at the set and talked fights for a bit. The anticipation was killing you. You could only imagine what it was doing to Frank and the cast.