TRITTANY: Finally Noticed

A Different Story

TREVOR

I sat in hair and makeup for the second time today and impatiently drummed my fingers on the arm of the chair I was sitting in. There wasn't a long wait at all before there was a girl brushing my face with powder and making small talk with me.

"Haven't you already been filming today?" she asked me. "I thought I saw you in here earlier."

"Yeah," I replied with my eyes closed as she tickled me with the brush, "I had two scenes this morning but I had a costume change just there."

"Aah I see," she said as I opened my eyes at the disappearance of the tickling sensation on my face and met my reflection in the mirror.

She began to run her fingers through my thick black hair which was currently in it's natural curly-on-top style. Usually if I used gel or the hair team did, or my hair had been cut, it straightened out a little bit, but as of right now such action hadn't been taken.

"So what are you filming now then?" the stylist continued to talk. She stood to the side of me and selected one of the many pots from the table. As she coated her fingers in gel, I replied to her question.

"Uh, it's a date."

"Ooh," she said with a giggle as she began to run her hands through my hair again. "Who's the girl? Brittany I assume?"

"I'm not allowed to tell you," I joked, "no spoilers."

"Oh come on!" she pleaded as she laughed.

"Yeah," I chuckled, "with Brittany."

"Speaking of," she said as she looked over her shoulder, "how crazy is that about Australia?"

"Oh you heard," I said flatly. The stylist didn't seem to pick up on it.

"Of course I did! News spreads around here, especially when it's about you guys," she exclaimed. "But that's incredible. So You Think You Can Dance!"

"Yep it's definitely something," I nodded with a weak smile.

"And at such a young age too," she continued as she put down the gel and started to clean her hand with a wet wipe. "You guys must be super proud: she's yours!"

My heart started to beat a little bit as I thought about it. Of course we were proud of Brittany, and that was something which I had realised before now. However, I had failed to realise that she was mine. Well, she was ours. All of the cast's belonging in a very nice way. She was one of us.

"Yeah," I said softly, "for sure."

It fell silent between us for a while as she continued to work around me and occasionally play with my hair or tweak my makeup. Whilst she did I just looked at the table in front of me and thought about anything which came to mind. Unsurprisingly there wasn't a wide range of thoughts to choose from. Most of them included Brittany and Australia in some way or other.

"Oooh," said another stylist, "how pretty."

I snapped my gaze up to the mirror and saw a reflection other than my own. Brittany stood in the doorway of the room we were in, now changed into her date clothes. She giggled and twirled around jokingly, the skirt of her dark blue dress swishing around her. It was short sleeved and had a v-neck with a pink floral design winding all over it. Her makeup was still done from this morning and her hair hadn't been altered from the way it had been done for the two scenes we had already filmed and I presumed also the one I knew she had filmed with Levi. She had this huge smile on her face as her giggle echoed around the room.