HEDONISTIC

5. P.A.P: Pretentious Asshole Persona

EDITED

When Matty arrived at the set he was amazed by it, the whole concept was something he was very excited and committed too, he had spent countless nights talking about it with the boys and Jamie.

Those nights listening to 80s pop tracks diluting the night in expensive wine and tequila were the best, with Allan's soft body by his side as he talked about nihilism, philosophies, the whole concept of  life and his self-destructive tendencies in a sarcastic matter were ones that he didn't want to forget but he always did.

Considering the dangerous amount of alcohol and drugs he would take, he always made jokes about it, about how he could never remember what he said the night before because the point with Matty was that he never took himself that seriously.

He liked to act like the whole rock star thing was a character but it wasn't really, it was just a more colorful version of himself. The whole sexually confused pretentious asshole persona was him just in a more cynical and comical way.

He liked to justify his actions and addictions besides he was an entertainer after all, he liked giving people what they wanted and they gave him the benefit of the doubt back but it all didn't really matter. All that Matty knew was that if they wanted a clown having mental breakdowns with leather pants he would give them that.

When he entered the dressing room he realized that Adam, Jamie and Ross where already there, apparently George was running a bit late which wasn't new.  Jamie was sitting by a sofa talking to the phone with his wife. On the other side of the room Adam was silently scrolling through Instagram and Ross was playing a game of some sorts.

They all seemed very concentrated in what they were doing so Matty just sat down by the mirror  took a cigarette from his back pocket and lit it with his lighter not caring of saying the respective hello's.

When Frankie was drop off in the set she was quite impressed, not really by the concept, that was quite a worn out in her opinion. The whole rock star that humps everything in his way? Yeah she had seen that before. The setting was what impressed her, the whole color skimmed and the inflatable love me sign was quite cool she must admit that.

She saw James there by a corner when she arrived, he was talking to a raven hair chick that look in her late 20s. "She must be Diane" Frankie thought. For some reason she imagined her different, she looked very approachable and friendly which Frankie couldn't stand.

James saw her and waved his hand telling her to come forward, she suddenly felt very small.

"Hey, you must be Diane right? James has told me many things about you." Frankie tried to say in a convincing voice as she stretched her hand taking Diane's strong grip.

"it's such a pleasure, Francis right? " Diane said.

"Yeah that's me" she said tugging a piece of her hair behind her ear looking at James that was giving her a cheeky smile- she gave one back.

"They could hook up in a bathroom or something", she though. Besides without the pills making her swim in her own head it would be definitely more enjoyable.

"Had you have any makeup experience before? I'm so sorry this was so out of the blue I was quite desperate"  Diane said making Frankie's attention divert from her own perverted thoughts.

"No it's fine, I did go to make up classes back when I lived in L. A" Well that was total bullshit, she knew nothing about make up she just expected to be the one that passes the brushy things.

"Well that's amazing, I'm sure you will do it great. Come with me I'll show you who will you assist today, her name is Danielle."

Diane said taking her hand and leading the way, Frankie turned her head around to give one last smile to James and she saw him making funny faces and giving her a thumbs up, he was quite childish sometimes for being 20.

They both entered a room in which there were about 7 skinny tall girls changing into neon looking leotards, it would be honest to say that Frankie had never seen that many boobs in her entire live but at the same time she really minded if you know what I mean.

"Danielle your assistant is here!" Diane yelled in between the clothes and hairspray apocalypse, it was all quite intimidating to Frankie but it wasn't  that bad it was defiantly better than getting stoned on Amber's disgusting old basement sofa.

"Hey Francis right ?" She nodded when a girl with platinum blonde hair and crazy wing eyeliner walked into her way and asked the question. "Well I'll leave you both to it, WORK WORK" Diane said clapping her hands as if that way they would understand her better.

"Ok so help them out with the costumes, I'll be starting doing their makeup." Danielle said running off to one model and yelling something that Frankie didn't quite understood.

Two hours later Frankie had managed to pull up thighs, leotards, skirts and other items of clothing that she didn't quite understood, she helped each and everyone of the models into their heels and tried to style they hair like if she knew what she was doing, she was tired to say the least.

She was sitting in a small chair by a corner; most of the models were already done and Danielle was doing the final touches, she told Frankie to sit down and rest so she was just texting James at the moment asking him what was he doing.

He told her that they were finishing the final touches like the lighting and other boring stuff that Frankie didn't care enough to at least act like she was interested.

"Oh Fuck Danielle this thing just ripped!" A blonde chick with short hair said showing the pair of purple gloves with a huge ripped hole on it going from the wrist up to the elbow.

"Shit, wait a second I don't think I have another pair, I'll have to sew them" Danielle groaned, she looked stressed as she pinched her nose trying to think, she started looking around for materials saying" I'll help you out don't worry, I'm still missing Matty's make up. Frankie will you do it?" She said looking through a box.

Oh hell no, it was awkward enough that she saw him at a party but now doing his make up? nope she didn't sign up to that. "I'm not really that good at make up, don't want him to end up like a raccoon"  she said shrugging looking at the ground.

"Well do you know how to sew?"  Danielle said placing her left hand on her hip and rolling her eyes. Fucking bitch. "Not really" Frankie muttered looking into the ground trying very hard to be professional and not to ripped that platinum's head off.

"Then is settled darling here is all the equipment and reference pictures. OK LADIES LETS GET MOVING "

Well fuck.