One In A Million

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 "Freakn' perfect and five-" I sang into the mic, but froze when the music stopped. I slid my head phones off and stared at Jenna and she looked at me through the booths glass, "What?"

She began talking, and I stood there watching her lips flap and sighed when she finally realized that I couldn't hear her. She slapped herself, pushed past Danny - the man helping me recording the album -, and opened the door, "James! We need to meet the boys-"

"Meet them where?" I asked, sipping my water as Danny played with the controls.

She sighed, "You don't need to know. C'mon!" she took my hand, not pulling it but threatening to.

I shook my hand from her grip, and stepped out of the booth as I pulled my hair into a bun, "Yo, Danny, I gotta go but I'll be back later, 'kay?"

"Yeah, " he nodded, "See ya."

I nodded, following a bouncy Jenna to my black car. And, as usual, Mark was waiting for us. Jenna didn't even give him directions, he just took off. I sat there, oblivious as to what was going on. And when we pulled up to our house, I looked at her strangely, "Seriously?"

"This isn't it, you just need to get changed." she pulled me out her side of the car and yanked me inside. I trailed after clumsily until I was in my room. Or, what used to be my room.

"Andi?" I quizzed, looking around at all the makeup and clothes sprawled out on the floor, bed, and vanity.

The blonde smiled at me, "Put this on!" and she tossed me a dress and shoes. I gave her a weird look and walked into my closet. I stripped from my sweatpants and t-shirt, and unzipped the clothing bag. Inside held a sleeveless baby pink dress, bedazzled on the low neckline, lace until the end where tulle spilled out. Nodding in approval, I put the dress on, then laced up the black combat boots.

As I questioned what I could possibly be dressing up for, Andi straightened my hair just so she could create loose curls afterwords. She pulled half of it up, pulled my bangs out of it, then braided the sides. I went tot ouch it, but she slapped my hands away.

And next came makeup. Thick eyeliner after dark mascara. Lots of BB cream and moisturizer afterwords, then a subtle smokey eye. On went bright pink lipstick, and sweet mint eos on top. She grumbled out me forgetting to brush my teeth, then gave me three pieces of mint gum all at the same time. As I tried not to choke, she painted my nails clear, then put a gold stripe on each finger. Again, she grumbled, then removed the polish from my ring finger and painted it all gold.

On my wrists went silver bangles, and on my head went a baby pink flower crown, "Okay, all done!" she chirped, allowing me to stand up from the bed.

I twirled around in front of the mirror and smiled, "Thanks! But what's all this for?"

"You'll have ot go find out. Jenna? Did you get dressed?"

"Yup," Jenna showed up from the closet, showing off her short black dress, red lips and high bun, "Look familiar?"

I laughed, "I like your shoes."

"Thought you would," she replied, "Now lets go!" And out we went. But my car was in the garage. In its place was a long Hummer limo. I stared at it, then at her. But she simply pulled me along, "Now, only Jared and Missy can be here, so don't question anything."

I stared at her weird, until we were in the car. Jared, all done up in black skinny jeans, a blazer and white tee, sat beside Missy, in her long red dress and straightened hair. "Woah," I nodded, "Still not sure what we're doing."

"Sit down, freak. We're takin' off!" Jared tutted, motioning to Mark at the front as he started driving.

And we danced to Icona Pop while we drove, and I seldom looked out the tinted windows. And within twenty minutes, Missy squealed, "We're here!"