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Myra had resumed her old job in the local hair salon. Her bank account had recieved the money for the music video, making her able to pay her bills and not be a penny away from broke.
The tv in the salon was on the new music channel MTV. They mainly played songs by Queen or bands like them. They didn't play any artists like Prince.
Myra was busy cutting the hair of the three p.m. appointment. She had brought a cutout from a magazine which she wanted and Myra did her best to copy it. The woman was probably close to her seventies but she wanted a hairstyle that was on a woman maybe in her twenties.
Her co-worker, Mylene, was busy restocking the hair supplies people seemed to buy. Both of them were just waiting until five when they could clock out and be replaced by the next shift.
When Myra finished the haircut she showed the woman. She felt her hair before deciding that she loved it. Mylene helped the woman pay for the haircut and the woman hence left the store.
"That's the last one for an hour," Myra sighed in relief as she swept up the woman's hair from the floor and discarded it in the trash can.
"At least we get kind of a break," Mylene added as she put a bottle of shampoo into its place.
Myra sat in one of the chairs, using her foot to spin her around. She played with her nametag, messing with it absentmindedly. She wasn't paying any attention to the television, but Mylene was.
"Myra, look! It's the new Michael Jackson video!" Mylene squealed in excitement as she ditched her job to watch the video.
Myra decided to look at the video and was shocked. It was thw very music video that she had started in. It was playing on MTV for the entire world to see.
Mylene watched the video and so did Myra. When Myra first made her appearance on the screen Mylene did a double take. She looked at the Myra on the screen to the Myra who sat in the chair with a smile.
"That's you!" Mylene was only able to utter those few words.
"Yeah," said Myra nervously.
"Is that why you were gone for a few months? Because you were working on this? Oh my god. . ." Mylene was so shocked she wasn't sure what else she could say.
"It was a one time thing, Mylene. We haven't talked in months and I doubt we ever will," Myra said rather surely.
"But you actually met Michael Jackson! How was he? Was he nice?" Mylene bombed Myra with questions.
"He was really nice and his voice is really soft," confirmed Myra for her friend.
The store phone rang and.Myra hopped up to go answer it. "Sean's Hair Salon, how can I help you?" She asked into the phone with the greeting they were all trained to say.
"The video is on tv! Myra, you are on MTV!" Anaya was screaming I to the phone so loud Myra was afraid she had burst an eardrum.
"I know. Mylene and I just saw it," Myra laughed as her sister continued to watch the video despite her screaming to her sister every few seconds.
"My sister actually touched Michael Jackson," Anaya breathed. "Everyone at school is gonna go nuts over this!"
"It was just a one time thing so don't expect anything from it," informed Myra.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. You two haven't talked since you two were on set which was some time back in November," recited Anaya.
Myra turned to watch the video some more. Michael handling since begun singing and had reached the zombie dance break. She still found the makeup highly impressive.
Michael was in his zombie makeup which while he was in on set, decided it was funny to scare her with it on. It still made her laugh but it was slightly scary. Especially when they filmed at night.
When the video concluded Myra knew she loved it, but she had to get back to work. So she and Anaya hung up and she put the phone down.
Mylene was still standing there, looking at Myra. Myra snapped her fingers at Mylene, catching the younger girls attention.
The two got back to work and Myra waited for the four p.m. to arrive. The four p.m. was a much younger girl, maybe in her late teens. She had thick, black hair and pale skin.
She described whatever look she wanted and Myra attempted to picture it. She put the cloth of the girl and separated her hair. She then picked up the scissors and got to work.
