Chapter 2: Cut Photos
5 minutes. 5 minutes is all it takes to make me panic. As you can probably notice, we were off schedule. I was pacing in front of our front door, waiting for both Powell and Parker, my hair and makeup stylist, to arrive and pick Rick and me up. I always need events to be on time; I knew that if they didn’t get here soon we’d be late for my photo shoot. And I would not be happy.
I wiped my sweaty palms on my sweatpants due from all the nervousness. I didn’t even get dressed today, feeling as though it was useless since I would just be dolled up again for the shoot. So there I paced back and forth wearing sweatpants, one of Rick’s long-sleeved tops, and a messy bun.
“Erin?” Rick calls to me from the kitchen. I stop for a second and resume my pacing. He walks out of the kitchen with a water bottle in his hand.
“Erin what are you doing?” He asks, offering me the water.
“Waiting,” I answer, continuing to pace.
“Erin they’ll be here. We know how much they hate being late for you, so please stop worrying,” He reassures me. But I couldn’t stop worrying. My schedule was being screwed up because of this and I was about to freak out.
“At least drink some water, you’re looking a little warm,” I oblige and snatch the water bottle from his hands. I take a few sips of the water before I give it back to Rick.
“Happy?” I say sarcastically. He sighs, then looks out the window next to the door and smiles.
“Yes, because they’re here and I don’t have to watch you worry,” I follow his eyes out the window and see the black car drive up. I glance at the wall clock and sigh again. Ten minutes late. But late or not, we had to get going and I was going to have to suck it up for a few hours.
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“Oh dear, what are you wearing?” Parker points to me. We were over at the studio for where the shoot would take place. Thank goodness there wouldn’t be an interview involved; I was in no mood for answering any personal questions today.
“Just my sweats Parker. You’ll fix me up right?” I smile. He nods.
“Of course,” He says, then smiles shortly after.
If you ever met him, you’d think Parker would be an interesting guy. (And no, he’s not gay. He prefers to have no one, as he’s said in the past). You’d also think he’d have a great sense in fashion if you let him give you a makeover. That’s why he’s one of the most popular celebrity stylists in Los Angeles who’s able to travel with me just to make sure I look pretty for the cameras. He hasn’t failed me once.
When he starts pulling the curling iron through my hair, I start to study both myself and watch his sleek movements. His slicked back black hair always amazed me of how it never moved. And his style was perfect for his personality: plain suits and vests that made him look really handsome.
I watch as he starts to apply my makeup, which ended up taking an incredibly long time (I’ve learned through many shoots that smoky eyes take FOREVER) and, as he says, a smoky eye must be perfect no matter how smoky it’s supposed to look. When he was done, I looked at myself in the mirror. Wow, I was actually really pretty. And trust me, I never think that of myself unless I see my photos from the shoot or anything that makes me look prettier than I really am. It’s interesting, if you have a bunch of moles or freckles or anything like that, they photo-shop it out to make you look ten times more flawless. It seems a bit odd and demeaning, but it works. It’s quite popular with the younger guys.
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