Boyband Rebound [Editing]

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She steps outside the changing room hesitantly and lifts her head up to look at her stylist. Her stylist, a cute redhead called Wella, smiles gleefully and claps her hands. Melody, who’s lounging on a chair nearby, looks at Sara and chokes with laughter.

Sara frowns at the two girls in front of her. “Shut up, Melody. Wella, this is not cute.”

Wella giggles and skips towards Sara, her petite, short frame making Sara’s five-foot-eight feel like a monster. “You look good,” says the redhead, planting her hands on Sara’s waist and turning the girl around.

She’s wearing a white blouse and a green skirt, which is positively hideous, and has had her hair tied up in a very awkward bun. “Can we please not? Just show me your stash of clothes, I’ll pick something out myself.” Sara groans as Wella hums under her breath, inspecting her.

The shorter girl’s shoulders visibly slump with disappointment when Sara says so, but the taller girl’s adamant that she will not perform at her first concert in clothes like the ones she is currently wearing.

“Fine,” sighs Wella, leading Sara to a walk in closet near a tall mirror. “Have a look.”

Sara flings the door open and walks in, her jaw loose from all the sparkly dresses she can see. She walks around with no immediate destination when she reaches a rack of untouched, plain, cute dresses. Running a finger along the ignored dresses as she walks past, a sudden article catches her attention.

It’s a small, black dress, sleeveless and printed with pretty cream flowers. It has two cream ribbons, one at the chest and another around the waist. The ribbons are connected by long strips of the cloth, making her realise that her front will be halfway visible.

But she knows she has spotted a white tank top earlier, and grins with delight.

“Perfect,” she mutters to herself. Picking the dress off the rack and walking back around the closet to hunt down the tank top, she finds a pair of white TOMS which she eagerly slips on with a squeal. “Perfect, perfect, perfect!” she chants to herself, finally having found the tank top in her line of visibility.

She gathers her clothes in her arms and confidently walks out, where Wella’s taking Melody’s measurements. Melody doesn’t look very happy, though. Sara can tell it’s not because of Wella, and plans on asking Melody later. But first, she skips over to where the other two girls are and shoves her discoveries up Wella’s face.

“I’ve found it! Let me try it on.”

Wella nods encouragingly and Sara heads off to the changing room, smiling at Melody as she passes by. Melody doesn’t smile back though, and Sara shuts the door behind her with a frown.

“Ta-da!” she says as she steps out. The dress fits her well, albeit a bit tight around her waist. To her delight, her tall frame has not made the dress a failure. Instead, it brushes her thighs midway; a source of happiness to the producer. The tank top’s seemingly non-existent sleeves do poke out of the top, though.

Wella claps her hands, again, and coos. “You look pretty,” she says with delight. “Just, this tank top needs to be altered. Unless, wait! I have a tube top. That would be better. And the waist…. Let’s see if the ribbon is permanent or not.”

She tugs the ribbon around Sara’s waist and is pleased to notice it loosens well enough. “So, this better?” Sara nods with a sigh of relief.

“Okay, you’re done for the first night, well done. Now get out of that dress, I need to get it laundered and pressed. Give me the shoes as well, you may ruin them.”