Part 1: Olivia

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"Can drown in sorrow, try to numb the pain. But I can't be mad, because I'm the one to blame."- I can't be mad, Nathan Sykes

Olivia had been working as a make up artist and alternative stylist, for quite some time, having begun work with a local theatre company in Slough. She loved it, having the ability in her hands to change someone into something else. And she really was quite good at it. She could pull out the most natural looks, or turn people into almost anything. At school, she was admired for it.
But she was also lonely. She could turn people into things, but only if she had those people, and quite often she found herself alone. She wasn't popular and she didn't try to let anyone in, slowly people had started to drift away from her, without really knowing why. It made for a few lonely lunches, but she just spent them in the saloon, working on some new make up design. She's got used to it.
After a couple of years with the local theatre group, she'd had a call, from a guy who was managing some bands in the area, and wanted her to do make up, and help out a little with styling for a photoshoot. She could hardly say no, he was offering good money, and her family needed it, besides, it was a new boy band, they were bound to be some interesting characters there.
Since that first call, and that first photoshoot, whenever there was a job like that which needed doing, she was asked to help out. She didn't mind, it was great working with such a different group of people. They weren't similar to her in any way but they always included her at the shoots.
They'd all been pretty ordinary, full of routine, they'd be styled, she'd sort out hair and make up, they'd do the shoot and then they'd all go home, nothing more, nothing less. But each one bought it's own excitement, in it's own way.

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