Judge My Skills, Not Me

Chapter 20: Kiss & Makeup

Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter & If I Could Tell Her by Ben Platt

"One more today and you're done for the month guys," Marcos, the media director for Barcelona, said trying to get the rowdy football stars to stop moving in their hair and makeup chairs for touch-ups.

Since their monthly media day fell on a typical day off, the players just wanted to finish this day as soon as possible. They were doing most of the filming for the Barca youtube channel for the next month and slowly their small annoyances became outright complaining. When one of the guys started complaining, the rest followed. "Can we stop attacking my face with brushes and sponges? What do they even do?" Leo said trying to move his face away from Sasha, the makeup artist.

Sasha rolled her eyes, "I'm just blending in the concealer so you can't see it on camera." She had been on set with the guys for hours and they reminded her of little kids by the way they complained. 'Sasha, I don't want that,' 'Sasha, why can't we just use a little this time?', or 'Sasha, why is this taking so long?'. Sometimes all she wanted to say was 'We need to do this because even though you guys are multimillionaires you can't seem to wash your faces once in a while or sit still for more than five minutes!' But, she didn't say that. She just would roll her eyes and become a little more aggressive with her brushes.

"Ow!" Leo yelled as she plucked out one of his eyebrow hairs.

"Shut it, Messi. I swear you complain less when you get slide tackled," Sasha said as she finished with him and pushed him off the chair.

"This can't possibly be good for your skin," Neymar said waiting his turn behind the makeup artist as he touched everything in her bag. She snacked the bag away from Neymar's hands and hit him with the brush in her hands, motioning for him to sit in the chair.

"I thought this would be right up your alley. Getting pretty and pampered?" Cristina said leaning on the wall. Sasha was so busy with the boys that she just let Cristina do her own makeup. All Cristina really needed to do was put on some concealer and mascara, but she wanted to level it up. A girl only lives once and Sasha gave her a bunch of products she'd been dying to try. From Dior to Fenty Beauty, Cristina used almost all of it. She still kept a natural look for filming, but something about doing her makeup was therapeutic. She hadn't had time to do something like this with practice and traveling; she honestly missed the feeling.

"I'm a natural beauty. I don't need all this junk clogging my pores!" Neymar flinched as Sasha picked up the concealer.

"I better get extra days off for this," she said as she tried to finish the last of the group.

Everyone else was done for the day. Most of the filming was around them doing dumb challenge videos and promotion content for the upcoming games. Marc, Ney, and Leo were doing keeper vs forwards where they switched off roles to see who was the better-rounded player. Andres, Sergio, and Cristina did trust challenges involving a blindfold and trying to make passes. It was fine, nothing too embarrassing or cringe-worthy, but everyone was tired. The only people left for the day were Ney, Leo, and Cristina.

Leo joined Cristina by the door. "How was the torture by makeup brush?" she laughed.

"I think Sasha might just strangle us if we're here for another hour. You're lucky," Leo said trying to wipe off all of the setting powder on his shirt. She laughed. Leo was so caught up in fixing his hair and clothes he accidentally rubbed his face messing up the touch-ups he just sat through. His face froze, "Sasha's actually going to kill me."

Cristina laughed harder as he tried to grab any of the makeup around him to try and make his mess up unnoticeable. He put the on the closest foundation on the table that was too orange for him. "Here, let me just do it," Cristina said knowing that if he touched anything else would make it more of a mess. She grabbed a couple of brushes and the right shade match from the bag Sasha gave her. She stood in front of Leo. He sat in one of the chairs they were supposed to be relaxing between filming. She used her hand to tilt his face up to her and hoped she used enough foundation to hide the blush rushing to her cheeks.