Friday @ 9:36 am.
"I need tongue, i need face, gimme brains, concentration, apple phone, prada case, kill a weave, rock the lace. Fuck the Mo-!!!" Jaimee and her employees sung.
"Heyy." they yelled.
"Sorry guy's." Jaimee laughed and put the phone on speaker.
Jaimee and her employees were just couple minutes away from the show. They arrived 2 hours ago from the long journey and went to the hotel the manager of the show assigned them to. She had drove her Mercedes since the Maserati couldn't hold all of them.
They had left the hotel couple minutes ago to get to the show while playing music but a call came through on her phone causing it to stop.
"Hey babe." she leaned back in her seat.
"Wassup beautiful." he smiled once he heard her voice.
"Awww." they cooed causing Jaimee to blush.
"Who that?" he ask.
"My employees. How's the babies?"
"Natalia and Nasir sleeping but Reagan still up."
"She's always awake."
"Yeah. What are you doing?"
"I'm driving to the show." she said while taking a left turn to the conventional center.
"Oh. I'm gonna take the babies out for a walk soon... I miss you."
"I miss you more ugly."
"You know damn well you love my ugly ass. Talm bout some 'ouu ba-"
She hung up the phone and parked in an empty space while they laughed.
"It ain't funny." she smiled and got out and they did the same.
"It was Mrs. Menefee. Quit frontin'." Bryan said.
"Whatever. And just call me Jaimee." she said and they surrounded her. "So what they're gonna do is ask us to perform on models with some crazy ass hairstyles and whatnot. They'll provide us with whatever we need also."
"So what will you be doing?" Olive ask.
"I'll be styling as well. Depending on the rounds, it can be that, for example, Olive can't trim a hair, but Bryan can, so Bryan will takeover."
"What if we don't know what to do?" Shamere ask.
"Be creative. It's a competition. Don't watch what others do, just do you. And the only time the sides will be coming in is when you're injured."
"Injured?"
"Yes as in if you get a cut and can't go farther." she explained and they nodded. "Just have fun and don't think about winning. Do your best." she said and they smiled at her except for Olive.
They all went inside where two officials were standing at the door.
"Mrs. Menefee. It's an honour to meet you. I'm Monica." she said.
"Thank you." Jaimee shook her hand. Monica handed her the pases and they entered the building where the cool air hit their skin.
"There's our station." Layla pointed to the well decorated station that was in black, pink and gold and they walked over to it.
"Neat." Donté said. They observed the tools they had to use and had a motivational conversation to boost their confidence.
"Is that... Is that Lee Stafford?" Bryan ask.
YOU ARE READING
Taming Life: Undeniable (Book 1)
FanfictionWhat is Love if it's not worth fighting for? "Damn." he stared at the ceiling. "I had an amazing dream." "About what?" she smiled and fold her arms. "You giving me some fucking bomb ass sex and good head. Shit was wild. I swear if you ever did that...
