The Rockstar Within Me

The Rock Star Within Me - Chapter 28

Copyright 2013

I had woken up to a massive sized headache. All morning I felt sick to my stomach as my head pounded and I almost let myself believe that I was just suffering from a hangover. But as the memories came back to me, the same feeling of helplessness followed. I covered my face with my pillow and let out a silent scream.

What had I done to have a life so filled with drama?

Drew was devastated, River was frustrated, Jess was being distant and it seemed liked the only person who was wasn't giving me mixed signals was Mason.

It sucked. There was no better term to describe except by sucking-ness.

And as the morning progressed, it wasn't just me who seemed to recognize our issue. Everyone seemed to be fighting some form of depression that morning.

We sat in individual chairs all in a horizontal line facing a brightly lit wall mirror as make up artists and hairstylists pulled and molded our features into photo-ready masterpieces.

All of Shatter and River remained quiet as the professionals worked their magic.

Marcel, who had flown in for the photo shoot to do our hair and who was currently working his magic on my own hair, noticed the subdued, unnatural behavior with all of us.

"You kids have a fight?" He asked in a hushed tone just to me. He gestured to River who was sitting farther down the assembly line, with an unimpressed look on his face.

I sighed, unsure if I could even begin to explain the situation to him.

"I thought drama was supposed to end when you left high school? Not follow you everywhere." I asked instead of diving into personal issues.

Marcel clicked his tongue and shook his head knowingly as he continued to straighten my hair.

"I wish that was the case honey but I'm afraid the only thing that ends in high school is the mandatory gym class. Everything else is fairly similar." He explained, picking up a comb and starting to furiously tease my hair.

I let out a displease grunt.

"Cheer up Hun, whatever's going on , I'm sure you'll figure out a way to get it to work."

I tried to smile but it was weak.

Marcel wrapped his arms around my shoulders and we both stared at my reflection in the mirror.

"Believe me, you're a smart and beautiful girl; you'll figure it out ." He gave me an encouraging squeeze and then went back to my hair.

I took a moment to gather myself before I managed to start crying right there in front of everyone.

Marcel seemed to be my only friend in a room full of strangers.

"There. You look gorgeous."

I took a second to take in my image. I had deep smokey eyes and nude lips. Marcel had made my straight hair look fierce when he teased it. I looked dangerous and mature.

"Jeez Marcel... You really out did yourself." I exclaimed, throughly impressed.

He smiled, obviously impressed with himself.

After that I was ushered into wardrobe where I was given a black mini dress with full length sleeves.

The look the photographer was trying to go for was black and white glam. I was told to rehearse my sexy/pouty look which sounded ridiculous to me.

As I stumbled out onto the set with my sky high heelless high heels that defied logic where everyone already was standing.

"We'll have you... Here and you two... Here." The photographer, whose name I could barely pronounce, directed Mason, Jess and Drew.