"Are you sure the makeup isn't too heavy?" I've been asing the same question for the past sixty minutes since she started. Yes she took that long. A whole hour and my butt is on fire. I've been so uncomfortable sitting in this chair and having her put various paint on my lovely face. Hah who am I kidding, if you see my morning face you'll run into a pool.
"Yes it's fine woman" she says, exasperated and rolls her eyes. "Now shut up and let me do my work or you won't be eating any cheetos today"
"No" I gasped dramatically. "You wouldn't!"
"Watch me" Mida smirked and I knew that she knew she'd already won the argument. I zipped my lips and threw away the imaginary key. She just rolled her eyes again. "Childish" she dared me with her eyes to utter a retort at her statement and I would so not let her win this battle. I won't give her the benefit.
"And I'm done. Now for your hair. Do you have a perm? Have you ever permed your hair?" she asked.
"No. The curls' natural." I replied
"I have to work on it. Your hair's very thick and unruly and rich and I somehow envy it"
"I'm glad you actually pointed that out so that whenever my hair's damaged I'd know who to hold responsible. And I shall get you arrested and I'll make sure you go to jail and you shall write a letter to me every week saying you won't hypnotize my hair again with your sorcery."
"I can't go to jail for that. How is that even possible?" She sighed obviously tired with the conservation. I'm such a great company. "Don't answer that. Just go put on this dress and I'd get back to the hair." She gave me a handless knee length body hugging red gown with green lacy embroidery at the bottom, which had a belt at the midsection. It was beautiful, with a balanced color-blocked high heels. I went to the bathroom and put on the cloth. I just don't feel comfortable with people seeing my body. I have some dignity left in me. I patted my chest. It's got to be here somewhere.
This is the type of poo I detest. Why in the spirit of the underworld had I agreed to this. I came out of the bathroom wobbling on my feet. Stupid ten inch heels. Well it's actually a two inch heel but they're all the same. I walked into Mida's bedroom. Mida looked up from her phone about to say something but instead gasped and hung her mouth wide-opened.
"Close it up or you'd catch a fly" I say with all seriousness.
"Omg you look gorgeous." She sniffed and walked up to me with her arms wide spread. "My baby's all grown up. It seems just like yesterday when you were still crawling" is this woman high on something? "Come. Come give momma a hug"
"Are you okay?" I couldn't help but ask. "Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. Come see" she pushed me to her wall-to-floor mirror.
I caught my breath. I looked different. Good different. She gave me a subtle makeup. The sultry red dress was hugging what little curves I had at my front and made my enormous back-side look more... enormous, for lack of a better word. I've always had a big butt and small boobs which I constantly hid with sweater back at high school, during P.E. I avoided wearing trousers. I had the usual big hair, small boobs, flat tommy, small waist, big butt and straight legs. I hated my body back then because everyone made fun of my chubbiness and braces during my pre-teen so I started hitting the small under equipped gym in my small ole town and starved myself but all those things weren't worth it, I later learnt. Being anorexic doesn't mean that you'd stop getting bullied over your weight. We should stop trying to be like those stick models we see on tv. They aint perfect either. Period.
But I just had to ruin the moment. Bless me.
"I don't like this dress. It looks ugly on me and it's too tight. My butt would be on display for everybody. And what's this dog chain you put on my neck. Do I look like I want to be tied up and dragged about, hmm? And what's up with this makeup. I look so caked up!" I finished. Mida looked absolutely and truely stunned by my statement. She was just looking at me with her eyes wide open.
Oh bow down for your queen, would you.
She blinked once. Twice and said,"You... what...." she blinked again and shouted. "Are you crazy?! I just used up most of my time in making you perfect and you're telling me you don't like it. You don't like it!" You can literally see smokes coming out of her ears and I was preparing myself for the battle.
"Calm down. Cutie cutie breathe" I soothingly said.
"Calm down? I should calm down?!"
"Also remember I said breathe. Just take it in and let it go. Like this. Mhhhh Ahhh. Mhhhh Ahhh." She was looking at me like I've lost it.
You have lost it Bebe
Oh shutup would you
The truth hurts
What truth? I couldn't help but ask. I had to know
That you've gone locco
You little... when I lay my hands on you, you would find your self in Yamatura.
"Bebe?!" Mida snapped her fingers "Are you even listening to what I'm saying?"
I made a dah face "Yeah ofcourse. What else would I be doing. It's not like I'm battling with my inner sub conscious mind. Hahaha" I laughed nervously. Crossing my fingers at my back. Hoping she'd believe my tinny tiny little white lie.
"Hmm" she eyes me suspiciously. I smile sweetly. "Please don't do that"
"Do what?" Still giving my sweetest smile and batted my mascara filled eyelashes.
"That creepy smile. Just don't" she said.
"Okie-dokie" I replied. I took a water bottle from her minie fridge, opened the lid and took a sip.
"As I was saying. The audition will be holding at Glow tower by 3. And now its ten minutes to three"
I spat out the drink. "What! Why didn't you tell me on time. How can I reach Glow Tower before five minutes. With all the traffic in New York." Glow Tower was one of the most famous modeling agencies. They had pretty good connections. They had worked with numerous celebs and fashion labels. This had to be my breakthrough. That's if I get to the audition on time and if I get picked.
"You can sort that out yourself my work here is done. Peace out honey." Mida made a peace sign and left the room while smirking devishly.
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A Model Misfit (Misfits #1)
Humor"So I take it that your photoshoot earlier today went well?" He asked, paying rapt attention to me. "Yes, it did but I don't want to talk about work now." He raised an eyebrow with a small smile playing on his lips and a challenging look in his eyes...
