Would You Look At The Time (Book One)

The Fated Meeting

Nicole's POV

     The next day was stressful. I called both the bookstore and the cafe to remind them that I wasn't coming in today. I was nervous for the makeup auditions, I really needed the job. If i got the job not only would i be working at Marvel but I would be able to survive financially in New York.

     I had a decent breakfast, a bagel and some tea. After I ate I headed back into my room and rummaged through my clothes, I had to wear something nice. The most presentable thing I owned was a dress that went down to just above my knees. It was an eye-catching shade of red and it came in at the waist. It was overall tight, but it would have to do. I styled my long brown hair into a side braid after I washed and combed it, untangling all the knots. I applied a little mascara to my eyelashes and searched for a nice pair of shoes to wear.

Vans? Not nice enough.

High heels? Too fancy.

Boots? That's definitely a no-no.

Uggs? Do I wanna look like a white girl? Definitely not.

After searching for about half and hour I found the perfect shoes. They were black flats that had a two inch heel and complimented the black belt I had added to my dress around my waist. I brushed my teeth and made sure my breath smelled like some sort of minty heaven. Then, I headed out for the studio.

     The studio was only a block or so away from my apartment, but in heels it seemed like it took forever. And these were only a two inch heel. Congratulations to myself for walking a block in short heels that I'm pretty sure destroyed my feet. So much pain came from my feet and I could feel them throbbing. This was a bad idea. I finally arrived at the studio. Thank god. And I noticed the longer I wore the shoes the more the pain nullified. Like the shows were numbing them, but I could still feel the blisters.

     I entered the large skyscraper and embraced the smell. The strong smell of leather, graphite and sharpie surprised my nose a bit and I sneezed once or twice before my scenses adjusted. I uncomfortably walked to the front desk and asked them about the makeup job. I fixed my hair slightly as I spoke, hoping to wind from the outdoors hadn't made me look like a total doofus.

      "Pardon me, but I heard about a slot opening up in the makeup department here and that there were going to be interviews today for someone to fill the position. I was just wondering where I should go for it?" I asked the man at the front desk. He never looked up from his computer, he just pointed in a direction and I followed. I waddled up three flights of stairs before finally running into someone who pointed me in the right direction. And from there I walked up two more flights of stairs before finally reaching a door that said 'Makeup department'. I turned the knob and entered, cooling air refreshener blasting into my face. The room was huge and the walls were windows. You could see everything in New York from here. I loved it, it was a new adventure.

     "Excuse me ma'am," I jumped and turned to see a few men carrying up huge stacks of paper and folders. I slid out of the way and let them pass before a beautiful woman approached me.

     "Hello, my name is Cynthia. Are you here for the makeup position?" She asked. She was gorgeous. Her blond hair rested perfectly on her shoulders. And her eyes looked like the ocean, and she smelled like fresh peaches. She seemed so approachable, and yet, I found myself cowering in shyness.

     "Yes, I hope I'm not too late," I answered.

      "No, in-fact, you're just in time!" She replied with a huge smile. My god even her teeth are perfect; straight and so white that I thought I could see my reflection in them.