The Rockstar Within Me

The Rock Star Within Me - Chapter 47

Copyright 2013

“Alice, are you even listening to me?” Drew asked, from his chair on the left of me.

My hair was being blow dried by Marcel, my favorite hairstylist. He was hard at work trying to get my hair to have a beach wave without looking to uniform.

With the hair dryer on full blast, I could barely hear my self think let alone hold a conversation with Drew. Instead I had been nodding pretending I was listening. Instead I was lost in thought, remembering a certain pair of green eyes....

I gave my best fake smile.

Drew groaned going back to looking at the mirror while a makeup artist powdered his face with camera makeup.

Marcel turned off the hairdryer and focused on putting product throughout my hair.

It had been a long time since I had spent any time on my hair so it was an odd experience to have it snipped and pulled.

Jess sat on the other side of me. Her hair and makeup were already done but she was discreetly adjusting them both to make them acceptable for her standards.  

“How do I look?” She deliberately made a terrible face, like only Jess could. I laughed out loud.

“Like a gremlin.” I managed to say, trying not to move too much for Marcel’s sake.

She rolled her eyes, smiling.

Honestly, she looked pretty badass. Her hair was intentionally in a messy bun with a few pieces falling out of the hair tie. Her makeup was fashioned so that she had really dark eye shadow but with a nude lip color. She wore a vintage KISS t-shirt, a pair of denim short shorts, black knee-high socks and a pair of black shiny army boots to finish the look off.

The stylists had come up with the idea to make Shatter really grungy while playing into our age. Jess looked liked she had just stepped out of the 90s; channeling Courtney Love and the Pixies without looking like she was taking cocaine.

I was jealous of how cool she looked. 

The boys were wearing clothes that went along with the rebellious image we were trying to achieve. Drew wore a pair of grey jeans with a black V-neck while Mason wore a darker pair of grey jeans with a white t-shirt. Both wore leather jackets but while Mason’s didn’t have much too it, Drew’s had a lot of zippers and pockets.

Once again, I was in awe of how mature and rock and roll they all looked.

I watched on as my friends joked around while everyone waited for my hair and makeup to finish up.

Today, we were at an abandoned school that normally I would have avoided at all costs but it was the perfect place to take the album pictures for our first record. Our team had swooped in and made photo-shoot sets out of the forgotten gymnasium, playground, etc. Although it was sometimes creepy hanging out at the old school, I had complete faith that the photos would come out killer and the theme of Hollywood Train Wreck would come together.

 So much had happened since we were given the go ahead with our album; we had picked a release date for our first single and the album, we had started doing publicity everyday and just trying to build our fan base.  Everyday it seemed like we were doing interviews and Q&A’s trying to get the word out that Shatter was going to rock everybody’s world.

“Vola! You’re ready to go honey!” The makeup artist exclaimed as she stepped back from my face.

A smirk instantly came to my face as I took in my reflection.

The makeup and hair gods must have been smiling down at me because I looked amazingly rocker chic.

My eye makeup was similar to Jess’, being very dark and semi gothic. My skin looked liked porcelain glass with my lips a deep cherry red. My hair was in effortless beacy waves, finished with a thick headpiece and pulled down slightly onto my forehead.