Brallon Imagines

Uh#8

Dallon's POV

I get an email sent from my boss stating I'll be going to a music video set. I'll be creating horns and other things for this. So basically I have to help him become Satan. It's not the weirdest thing I've done, but defiantly the strangest. I might have to stay up all night to make the designs considering I don't even remember the last time I've opened up my emails. They send me a picture of the person I will be working with, and thank god it's a guy. When I work with girls I'm always scared that I'll do something that'll make me look like a pedophile.

This design should be very easy, but maybe not the horns because I'd want them to look the same. It's what I get for being such a perfectionist. Just some designs on the chest maybe, depending on what the director wants. I can change it up if I need to. I guess I won't be staying up late then. But, it does give me time to put my stuff in my bag. Which thankfully is not a lot. Just a few palettes of eyeshadow maybe some dye for the liquid latex to not be white. This seems like barley anything to me honestly. Oh wait. He needs wings. Halloween store it is. Well maybe tomorrow I don't think he needs them for another day or two. Besides I need to measure him anyways. I need to sleep this stress is going to my head.

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Sleep is for the week. It's seven in the morning, and I'm sipping my coffee as I sit and wait for the man to come in. I've got the gels and hair combs out to style his hair, presuming I'll have to use them to make his hair look the same as one of his old music videos, and all that junk. I'm to tired to explain. I hear foot steps coming towards me, so I look up and see the director and the man that I'm presuming is going tot be in the video."Mr. Weekes this is your client for today." The man smiles and holds out his hand. "Hi, I'm Brendon." I smile and shake his hand. "Dallon Weekes. I'm the make up artist." We let go of the hand shake, and then I get a picture handed to me. " I know there isn't really any makeup involved with this but I do need his hair to be as close as it can be to this picture. This video is a continuation of another video." I nod, and lay it down on the table.

The director mumbles something, and leaves us two alone. "Your clothes are on the rack over there," I point to the corner of the room, "and the dressing room is in the corner." He nods. While he does that, I grab the tie to prepare it when he gets out. I also grab the hair spray and a comb. Oh how much do you want to bet the amount of times I was told this was a girls job. Brendon comes back and sits in the chair. "I'll start with your hair then you'll put the tie on." I mention.

I'm mostly excited for tomorrow. I'll get to make the horns, and everything. I'm actually kind of excited to hear the song that will be playing in the back ground. Presuming he's the singer because the rest of the band isn't even here. Unless he's just a solo artist, but I wonder what kind of music he sings. Maybe alternative because he looks like a alternative kind of guy. I won't know till I get done with his tie. Which I'd like to mention is almost done. The man stands up, giving me the realization of how small he is.

I would like to note I'm over six feet tall and he defiantly isn't. Great, another person to look down at. "I'm presuming the set is out that door." He points. I nod. "You don't talk much, do you?" I shrug in response, and start putting the comb and hair spray up anymore since I don't need it. I hear the door squeak open and close shut, leaving me alone. Well I guess that's what I'm bound to be. Alone.

I sit in the chair Brendon was sitting in, and lean my head back, closing my eyes. It wasn't even that hard doing his hair I'm drained from my energy. And my brain hasn't let me sleep for the pass two weeks. But, hey who knows how long it will be till they need me to put more stuff on him. Maybe I could take a five minute nap. I hear two knocks at the door so that's not happening. I tell them to come in, and here comes barging in is the director. Brendon just follows behind slowly with out the t-shirt. "We need you to start the design on his chest. Not fully because it's going to gradually grow up on him so there will be several takes on this. You might have to do some of this out there in the set." I nod and let the director exit and have Brendon stand straight while I get the body paint and liquid latex. This might take a while.

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The day is basically done for and I finally get to go home. I got to listen to the song while waiting to put more of that stuff on him. And may I say he was a very good singer. Listening to the same lines a couple of times got a little annoying, but at least the song was bearable. I was walking to the car when I hear my name get called. It was Brendon running towards me. "Hey dude want to go to a bar or something." I open my door and reply with," I don't really drink." He stops and asks, "What about a restaurant. You have to be hungry from being stuck in that room all day." I shrug. "Why not." He smiles and yells some random place I've been to a million times before.

I'm confused out of all people on the set today he would want to hang out with me. I mean, I'm not a very interesting person. I'm just a guy who does make up for people. It is nice that I could have a conversation with some one other than my family for once. And hey, I haven't ate out in a while it's always been dinners from the microwave. Anyways, meeting him to the restaurant didn't take long since it was down the road.

Opening the door I ended up hitting my head on top of the car. I do this every time I get out of the car. Brendon, who was jogging towards me, witness me hit my head and makes a sour look like that had to hurt. Yeah, no shit Sherlock. "You alright?" He asks as I lean against the car holding my head. I nod my head and shut the car door out of anger. "We better go inside before all the seats get taken." I blink a couple of times and start walking to the door. Well this will be interesting.

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This dude was pretty cool. Because the way we acted the waiter thought we were on a first date or something. I could see how but that made Brendon's face turn red and start shaking his head nervously. Wait is he not strait or something? I mean, I've never had a relationship in my life so I couldn't really say if I was straight either. He isn't bad looking, and isn't a complete asshole. (well as I know of ) So I honestly wouldn't mind. It's currently seven in the morning and I'm waiting for him to show up to set. Directors already here so we are basically waiting for him to show up. And I also have to put more makeup on him. I have to do horns and everything on him and also this will take all night because it'd be hard to recreate the horns twice.

I hear the door open and I look up quickly to Brendon walking in like he's having the worst hangover. "What happened?" I ask him. He makes a hand motion to not bother asking, and goes towards his clothes. "You only need the jeans." I mention and he just gives me a thumbs up. I grown and get the things I needed. I have to redo the decoration on his chest and start working on the teeth, horns, and wings. Maybe in that time he can sober up.He comes out the dressing room a crying mess. The obvious red face and blood shot eyes he is trying to hide. "Come on tell me what's wrong?" I say softly. He falls into my chest hugging me

. I presume it would help him to hug back. I'm not very good with social interaction. "I can't tell you it'd ruin everything. M-my career. A friendship. My parents already don't like me for it." I pat his back and ask," Why can't you tell me? If you tell me it can't ruin your career. Only if it's between you and me then nothing can happen." He shakes his head and says, "But it will. Because- because it has to do with-" He trails off his sentence. "Has to do with what?" He looks down and runs his fingers through his hair and responds with, "It has to do with me liking you." I smile. No one has ever liked me before. "There is nothing wrong with that." Brendon looks up nervously at me and smiles. "Really?" I nod.

The door opens and the director comes in asking why nothing has been done. "I just got here. Sorry, the traffic got backed up, and we were just about to start putting on the body paint. "He sighs loudly and walks out the door, agitated. "Let's get this done before that happens again." I say walking over to the body paint and fake nails for claws." This will be fun." He says. I can only imagine him smirking behind me. Oh what have I gladly got my self into.

A/N

Well that was long surely interesting, I guess. I have no clue why this took so long but here you go, and Happy New Years! Also I have a Brendon Urie fanfiction that I've had  out for a while and really need to update...but I hope you guys liked this!~Nelly_thefangirl