Hey Soul Sister! (A Darren Criss Fanfiction)

Make It Up!

The next morning, I awake feeling refreshed. I first comb my straight platinum blonde hair, put on some make-up that creates the illusion that my eyes truly "POP!", and I put on some jeans and a red blouse. Today would be one of those days where I'd have to head to this studio, where I do people's make-up. I loathe it due to the fact that I'd rather be on the stage. Especially with Darren Criss! I go to the kitchen and create a condition of a smoothie with an energy booster. I refuse to become addicted to coffee in morning. I do like coffee, only rarely because those moments that you get that really intoxicating good cups of Joe. Ones that feel truly blissful. Are flipping amazing.
I cut up some strawberries, bananas, and a bunch of spinach. I then pour in some rasberries, blueberries, and water. Yogurt and milk within smoothies makes me feel ill. I blend the concoction together. The blender roars into action. It is so old, I need a new one since it occasionally malfunctions. I pour the cold sludge into a travel cup, grab my purse, and bag that contains all my brushes, powders, shadows, face paint, and liquid latex. Some people come in on Halloween or costume parties. Some things I've had to do have scarred me to this day. I walk out the door. I go down the steps to get to the subway. My stop forty-ninth street, the subway is one of the quickest ways to get around. Sometimes you might be waiting for many stops before getting to your destinations. Cabs can be way to expensive these days. I grab a pole and then feel myself being zipped forward in a fast motions. One of the only problems I with the subway. I've fallen a couple times. When I reach my stop, I walk up some more steps, and begin walking the next few blocks to the studio.
It has a very hipster feel to it. In the lobby, heavy rock music playing. Our receptionist looks almost like a character out of the Rock Horror Show. Yet certain rooms had a certain elegance to them. If we had a bride and bridesmaids, we'd take them to one of those rooms. In some ways it is a cool place to work on the interior. I arrive and I see the owner, Gina, fixing our collection of magazines, business cards at the horseshoe shaped reception desk, and turning on the music.
"Good morning, Gina," I say as I open the door which chimes a hello.
"Hey there Quinn! How'd the audition go?" she asks.
I smile, "I'm confident about it, but you can never truly know...The others may have been much better than me, Gina."
Gina reaches out a hand to me, "Come on!"
I follow her, well it felt more like being dragged. She takes me to the room where I'd work on someone's make-up. We sit on this by black bench made of leather and has the look of an ottoman. Gina looks at me square in the eye and finally says, "They'd be idiots for not hiring you, Q! You have this drive and passion that will get you places...Never doubt your self...You are a winner...Others are losers."
Gina has long dirty blonde hair that's pulled into a high ponytail, round brown eyes, and has this momma bird feel, which radiates off her the moment you meet her. Then she gets up and exits.
"You know you have three appointments today. In a half an hour, you have a bride and her crew for make-up. Next at one you have a a girl getting ready for her sweet sixteen. Then last you have another bride at three."
I nod and put my bags on one of the vanities in the room. My first job of the day would take awhile, it all depends on how many people in this room (the max for me is seven to eight) and how much meticulous work I must put into each person within this room. Some only cared about looking pretty and not about the details. Others were into a more precise design to seem ordely and beautiful. Then as I'm organizing the first vanity, I hear gitty laughter of a group of women. Probably my eight thirty appointment. The group comes in with wet hair and black robes. There are six. They are all gossiping and laughing.
"Hello! Which one of you is the bride?" I ask.
A girl with brown hair to her neck stands up sheepishly.
I gesture for her to sit at the chair before the vanity I'd been organizing.
"Girls, just relax and wait patiently...if you would like a beverage, go to the front desk."
They go back to chatting amongst themselves. I spritz in some detangling spray into the bride's dark locks.
"What's your name?" I ask.
"Annabeth," she answers quietly, still acting sheepishly.
I gently put a comb through her hair without managing to hurt her scalp. I then pull her hair back into a ponytail. Sure to keep fly aways out of the way of the canvas.
"Who's the lucky guy, Annabeth?"
Annabeth answers a bit more confidently, "My boyfriend of three years named Peter."
"Well, Peter will be one lucky guy to be able to possess a pretty girl like you."
She smiles and whispers quietly, "Thank you."
I beam back at our reflections and I ask, "How do you want me to do your make-up?"
"Anthing is great! All that matters is that I get to marry Peter...Just do something that will make me twinkle when I walk down that aisle...So when he sees me, he'll know that we're made for one another."
I feel tears prick my eyes. Part sadness and happiness. For those words were pure poetry which made me happy and the sadness for the sheeer fact that I haven't discovered that one person I'd gladly spend the rest of my years.
"Alright, let's make you a twinkling star, Annabeth!"
I go to my make-up bag and try to find some foundation that matches Annabeth's skin tone. I prefer liquid foundation more than powder, but I use powder to set the make-up.
"Are you wearing any make-up?" I ask before starting my magic.
Annabeth nods and I begin to rummage through my bag again, attempting to find some of my cleansing pads. I hand one to Annabeth, then I hand them to her bridesmaids.
Annabeth's face appears to be naked. I start with the palest foundation in my collection. I swear that Annabeth could've been a vampire for all I knew. I put some definition on her nose and lips. I put on some coppery colored whites and browns on her eyes. I did a brown eyeliner and only put it on the top lid into a slight cat eye. Then I give her cheeks a bit of a pinkish flush and applied a luscious red lipstick as well as pencil to line her lips. I even added a small but noticible beauty mark. Annabeth has the appearance of that pairs figure skater. I believe her name is Meryl Davis.
Annabeth hugs me as she exits to go to Gina or Rosemary for her hair. I go through all her annoying bridesmaids after that. All of them took three hours all together. That means I only have an hour to get ready for my next client. Not because I feel tired, I don't like doing make-up on sixteen year olds because they always desire to go too bright or dark on the eyes and cheeks. Thankfully, the girl comes in with her mother. I decide to surprise her with my own swing on makee-,up. She shows me a picture of her dress which is turquoise. I discover a light color of eyeshadow within one of my palletes to compliment the dress as well as eyes.
By then I am feeling my battery just about die. After that appointment, I run to a nearby coffee shop and get a spinach and feta croissant. I get a water from the break room and eat in my room in the studio. When I am half way done with my meal, I hear my phone start ringing like crazy. I get to my purse in a clumsy fashion and answer if.
"Hello, this is Quinn," I say.
Then I hear a familiar voice, "Hi, Quinn...it's Leah Blume."
I am speechless.
"I'm calling you to inform you that you do not have a callback."
My heart just about snaps in two, "Oh."
"You were amazing though! You will make it on Broadway someday! I am also calling you because...Didn't you say yesterday that you do make-up, Quinn?"
"Yes, Leah."
"Well our initial make-up artist is in a coma....Would you mind coming in today at six to see if we would like to hire you."
"Sure, but I do have work..Sorry about your first person."
"Great! Hopefully I see you, Quinn!"
Leah hangs up and I rush over to Gina's area.
"Yes, Q?" she asks.
I say, " Gina, I didn't give me a callback, but they might hire me to do make-up...They'd like to see me at six...I know I have a client..."
Gina stops me, "I'll get Narnia to cover for you, Q...Follow your heart...Maybe you won't be a Broadway star now, but maybe you will truly learn what it is like to work behind the scenes."
I hug her and whisper, "Thank you."
"Come on! Just go home, Q!" Gina says.
I pack up m stuff and go home. This is not what I dreamed of but this is a start maybe.