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quédate conmigo • stay with me
hassan is currently on tour and i was hired to be his makeup and hair stylist. it's a fun job when your artist is actually nice to you. i really do enjoy what i do don't get me wrong. but oh my god he's so cold towards me. i don't know why when I always try to be respectful and nice. what doesn't make sense is i see how he interacts with the rest of his crew and he's so goofy. as of right now we've landed in california and i rush to his hotel room to start getting set up and get him ready for tonight since he has a show to perform.
i head to his room and use the key that was provided to me calling out his name. i didn't get a response so im going to assume it's safe to walk in.
"a la verga, no puedes tocar antes de entrar así y/n? podría aver estado encuerado o algo." (shiit, cant you knock before coming in like that y/n? i could've been naked or something.)
"perdón hassan. de echo si me asegure de gritar tu nombre y no me respondiste.." (i apologize hassan. i actually made sure to yell your name and you didn't respond..)
he raises an eyebrow at my response and i do a fast walk towards the living room area. please don't be mad, please don't be mad.
"oye oye oye, la próxima ves necesito que toques. te quedó claro?" (hey hey hey, next time i need you to knock. do i make myself clear.)
i take a deep breath and roll my eyes unconsciously to myself, muttering how 'wonderful' of a person he is to work for.
he sits down in the chair provided and i begin on his makeup first. he doesn't need much of it just because i like for him to look as natural as possible and show his cute moles and freckles. the girls love that about him. my face is at his level and because we're so close our eyes meet. he's so serious and doesn't say a word. and proceeds to go on his phone to distract the silence that filled the room.
tonight hassan is going to have a special guest perform with him as well. his well known and beloved friend, junior h. i was asked to also help do his makeup and hair because his stylist wouldn't make it on time tonight. their flight got delayed. i just know they're going to put on a great show and i get to see it too, backstage of course. nothing special.
hassan's phone rings and he answers. "no manches, pásate wey! aquí estoy en el cuarto 218. si el piso 12. ahuevo papa. ándale pues bye." (no way, come in man! im in room 218. yeah 12th floor. you already know. alright bye.) he hangs up and points at the door.
"ábrele a junior. ya llego." (open the door for Junior. he's here.)
no please or thank you, what a jerk. i simply smile at him and set my brushes down, walking to the door and opening it only to be greeted by the one and only junior h. unlike cara de caca over here, junior extends his hand with a smile and i shake it showing him to where hassan is.
