Maybe(A Liam Hemsworth Fanfiction)

Practice

Chapter 8
~~~~~~~~Author's Note~~~~~~~~
What should Danielle's last name be? Comment below!!
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Two weeks to learn all my lines. Wow. As soon as I got home, I started looking over the final script they had given me. Maybe Sophie could help me? I should call her and tell her I got the part. I picked up my white iPhone 4s( I'm a white girl, I know) and called Sophie's cell. She screamed in excitement with me, and asked if she could come over so we could celebrate. I said yes, of course. She got here in 10 minutes, which is record time considering she lives all the way across town. She carried huge bags of stuff in both hands. I helped her in the door and asked what was in the bags
"Celebratory drinks and food. Oh, and your outfit because we are going out to dinner to celebrate you getting a major role in The Hunger Games!" She said, bubbling with excitement. "Let's open this champagne and start getting ready. I heard Club Echo just opened downtown, and I think if you tell them you have a major role in the Hunger Games, they'll let us in!"
"Alrighty then. Let's start getting ready!" I said. We opened the champagne(I didn't drink any), talked for a while and then started doing my makeup. Sophie was a makeup wizard. She applied a full face of foundation, concealer, powder, bronzer, blush and highlighter before moving on to my eyes. She primed them, applied a dark, smokey eye, cat liner and 3 coats of mascara. I don't know how she does it, but she makes it look tasteful, and appropriate. I shimmy into a strapless, navy blue peplum style dress, and start doing my hair. I decide to straighten it and pull it back to show of the makeup. I spritz perfume on my wrists and neck and complete the look with an accent necklace. Sophie wore a gorgeous pale blue dress that showcased her pale eyes and skin tone. The dress suited her perfectly. "We look hot" I say, grinning.
"We do" She replies, smiling back. And with that, we both slip on our shoes, grab our purses, and head out the door. Club Echo, here we come.