Sweet Dreams (Marilyn Manson Love Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Raven's POV

I wake up to my usual routine: shower, coffee, and toast. My body is almost at repeat each morning, except my destination for the day at least varies. Today's destination is work. Something everyone dreads.

I slip my work lanyard into my handbag and crawl into a dirty black shirt I found on my floor. I peer over to my microwave for time. Timing is not so great today, again. I slip on my black, ratty converse and walk out the door. I really should throw out these shoes, these holes in them are awkwardly showing my socks. I mentally note to make a trip to my local thrift store.

I finally arrive to Macy's and at least try to pick up my pace to the office. I throw on my lanyard on my neck and walk in.

"Ten minutes late, as usual." The secretary, Carmen, says. That's always her greeting for me. Forget hello, that story is long gone.

"Traffic." I smirk to her. She purses her lips and shakes her head.

"Like you have a car." She mutters with a hint of laughter.

"I'm just a struggling college student, cut me some slack." This is always my signature line. Might as well put it on a mug for me.

"I think Jim is beyond cutting you some slack." Seriousness laces her response. I raise an eyebrow to her.

"What?" This lighthearted conversation had taken a turn. A very sharp turn.

"Honey, your supervisor and I already discussed about you. You're late very often, the black lipstick, and just your attitude."

"Ive been working here since I started college!" She shakes her head and begins to get back to work. She files boring colored folders and calculates things. "Okay." I proceed to clock in and walk over to the counter. How do I have an attitude? And I don't wear black lipstick often! Okay, that one was a lie. At least I don't wear bright red lipstick like Carmen. Or blue eyeshadow like her. And my makeup is distracting, yeah right. As I curse Carmen and her poor makeup choices I get interrupted by a customer.

"How are you?" I spit out. She doesn't answer but simply pays for her things and leaves. This is going to be a long day.

***

I push myself through my creaky apartment door and enter. I toss aside my purse and phone and quickly rush to my bed longing to rest. Right when I lay down my phone rings.

"My favorite noise!" I complain.

The default tone rings through my whole apartment. I push myself off of the bed to my phone. I really need to just bring it with me to bed when I get home. Apparently, I haven't learned my lesson the last five times this has happened. Perhaps I should just throw my phone into the ocean or some shit. No one important calls me anyways. I finally reach my phone and answer.

"Hello?" I call out. I rub my neck waiting for this phone call to be over already.

"Hello, this is Danny Chris' office. Is this Raven Worshop?" Danny Chris? Danny Chris!

"Uh, yeah! Yes, this is she." I sit on the floor with giddiness. I mentally thank my professors for recognizing my ability and recommend me to an actual company for me to work with.

"Well, Mr. Chris has a job for you. He would like you to meet in his office tomorrow. Is 3:45 okay?"

"Yes! Yes, that time is excellent." My mouth feels as if it will melt off with my wide smile. A job! A job for a makeup artist! And it's for me!

"Do you have our address?" I scamper to my bedroom. I go through paper after paper on my desk until I finally find their address.

"Is it 407 28th street?"

"Yes, 5th floor."

"Great!" I clutch my shirt almost to cease my heart from racing.

"See you tomorrow, Ms. Raven." He hangs up. I twirl and break into a small dance. From afar it may seem that I'm having a seizure but that is fine! I'm going to see Danny Chris tomorrow!

Maybe I shouldn't chuck my phone into the ocean.

***

I lace up my boots and check the time again for the hundredth time. I'm on time. In fact, I'm early. I slip on my oversized black hoodie and run out of there.

"Gotta get there. Gotta meet Danny Chris." I whisper to myself my voice going into a squeal. I run through the crowded New York streets to the proud building where my new job awaits. I've never seen myself run as fast. I get to the door and I catch my breath. After a few heavy breaths and some stares by passerby's I go into the air conditioned building. Tiredly, I get into the elevator and shove my finger in the number five button. With a small jerk of the elevator I make my way to the office.

The doors open up to a beautifully colored room. Photographs of people in exotic makeup fill the walls. I walk through the entry in awe to the front desk.

"Hi, I'm suppose to meet Mr. Chris." I explain the secretary. She bobs her head and gets into her computer.

"Name?" She asks, sweetly.

"Raven Wornshop." She smiles to me not even cracking her pink lipstick. She types my name, her red nails tapping against each key.

"You're a little early but I'll ask to see if he's ready for you."

"Alright."

"Just have a seat." She instructs. She walks out of her unit with her tight pencil skirt. I try to be patient and sit on a green couch closest to her desk. Moments pass until she makes another appearance. "He's ready to see you. Through this door, and all the way to the back. The door will have his name on it." I follow her simple instructions to his office. I timidly knock and enter when I hear a faint 'come in'.

"Hello." I smile to him. He puts out his hand and I shake it firmly.

"Hello, Raven. Have a seat." I nod and sink into the chairs in front of his desk. "I've got this job. I went through many portfolios to see who's best for this job." He shuffles things on his desk until he finally finds a folder with my name on top. "Your work is so dark and beautiful."

"Thank you, sir." I begin to squirm in my chair.

"Your teachers were right about you. You are talented. That's why I need you for this job. It's more of tour kind of thing. Three months."

"Three months?" And how the hell am I going to do that? Three months my fucking ass. Macy's is already on me about being late on don't need them to fucking choke me on a three month trip.

"Yes, a band is touring and is in need of a makeup artist. They have some weird concepts." I bite my lip. My palms begin to sweat. Three months though? "Well, here's the pay." He pushes a paper towards me to how much the band's manager is willing to pay.

"That's a big number." I compliment. He shrugs and smiles. Fuck it. "I'll do it."

"Great. I'll notify them and get some paperwork done. Here are the details, itinerary, and everything you need to know about the makeup look. We have a budget for you to purchase the makeup. Be here tomorrow to meet the band. Talk about concepts and such so you can get all of the products you need."

"What time would you like me to be here?"

"Is 12:30 good for you?"

"Perfect." I get up and lug the papers with me.

"See you tomorrow, Raven."

"It was nice meeting you, thank you." He smiles to me and sends me off. Fuck, a three month tour? I shake my head. I can always find another job when I come back. I make my way home with thoughts of plans.