"KEEP ON WHIPPIN' ON ME. WORK IT ON ME. WHIP ALL YOUR SWEET, SWEET LOVIN' ON ME." Babyface's tenor vocals played from the radio station, bouncing off the smooth velvety red walls that resided inside Di's Beauty Salon.
The smell of conditioner, shampoo, and hairspray wafted throughout the spacious beauty salon. The many seats sectioned in rows had people who sought comfort in the plush seats, their eyes engrossed in the latest magazine or their lips spewing the recent gossip that made its way around the block.
Diana's brown eyes remained transfixed on the client who sat in the chair before her. In her hand were small multicolored pins that she was putting in. Although she was slightly worn out with tiredness she needed to get her hair down so she could be out of her chair and with her being paid.
With a pin placed between the flesh of her plush lips, the young woman eyeballed the direction to where she was planning on putting it. Eyebrows knitting together to make what almost appeared to be a crease, she places the pin in the last spot before stepping back to look at it.
Her client's hair was styled in an updo that left a few strands of hair hugging the roundness of her face followed by the bags she wanted. Looked like something Pauline Burnip would wear. She had a date tonight and wanted Diana to make sure that she looked right and tight.
And that she did.
Sealing the style with hairspray, Diana removes the protective sheeting from around the woman's neck. Quickly handing her a mirror, Diana waits for her to say something, "Talk to me, Candi."
Candi took the mirror from her hands a gasp eventually escaping her red lips. Her fingers lightly brushed against the loose strands a wide smile appearing contrasting with the all-black attire she wore.
Standing up the woman places the mirror on the counter. With a smile, she faces Diana, "This is dope. You amaze me every time with your skills."
Handing the woman her greatly appreciated cash, Candi talked to Diana for a moment before she eventually had to leave to get ready for her date. Let's just say that she will have the night of her life.
"Yo, Di!" A woman's voice with raspy undertones yelled into the shop, the quiet sound of the upper bell ringing indicated that someone entered the salon. Already knowing who it was, Diana glanced over to the entrance of the salon.
Freshly pressed hair was wrapped around with pins securing it tightly. She had on a blue Brooklyn Vanson leather jacket that rested on top of her black turtle neck. The nose piercing she wore gleamed against the natural lighting, as she looked around. She also had on dark blue washed jeans and Jordan's which finished the outfit.
"Monica I can hear you." Diana playfully rolled her eyes, her feet already making their way over to where the receptionist's table resided.
Walking over to where Diana stood, Monica placed a bag of Wendy's in front of her. Monica being the rather blunt person that she was found help but look over at the overview of the salon, "So when we 'bout to head out 'cause you been in this salon workin' nonstop like a slave." Monica said with a pointed finger.
Diana could only sigh. She did have a point, the thing is she didn't want to hear it. Another one of her many traits was stubbornness. It felt like it's been an eternity since she's gotten the salon up and running. It's only been three years yet felt like forever due to the endless positive feedback she's been getting. If she wasn't doing somebody's hair, she was either running through reservations, replacing the electrical wires, and as of now was looking for a receptionist since her current one was planning on leaving on family leave. She didn't realize how much time she put into the shop until Monica pointed it out.
