Victoria jumped over to Jasmine as soon as she made it to the auditorium. She greeted her with a smile and piece of chocolate which Jasmine just glared at.
“I told you to edit it out.” She said through gritted teeth. Victoria sighed before shrugging her shoulders and popping the chocolate into her mouth.
Trinity jumped over to Jasmine with the same excited smile that Victoria had, “Are you ready?” She giggled.
“What do you think?” Jasmine growled.
Macy came over last and pulled Jasmine away from the group and to the wardrobe sections where they pulled out the outfit that she was supposed to wear. Jasmine’s eyes bulged out at the sight of the tiny dress. First of all…how was her body supposed to fit into that? Second of all, it was way to short.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She finally said with her eyes still locked on the dress.
“You’re the one who wrote the story.” Macy shrugged, “So Victoria designed exactly what you described the outfit as. Here it is. Macy pushed the clothing over to her. She held onto it like it was some kind of rat poison. Her nose scrunched up and face turned white at the thought of putting that thing on.
“I told her to edit that part out…and not write it in the script.” Jasmine whined.
“Then what?” Macy asked, “You would be postponing it. There’s no use. We all know you’re nervous, but you have to do this.”
“I don’t want to kiss him.” Jasmine whispered.
Macy felt a little bad for her friend, but that only lasted a second, “Dude…it’s Zayn Malik. He’s in love with you, why wouldn’t you want to kiss him?!”
Jasmine searched her friends face for any sympathy but she found none. It was all gone in the excitement.
“You guys suck.” Jasmine sulked walking into the dressing room to slip on the dress. She had created this scene for Dance to Destiny, long ago. It was her junior year summer for crying out loud. How could she forget that Vyana and Marcelo had this part? Worst of all how could she forget the dress that she described perfectly for the occasion. The movie didn’t have to be like the story though. None of the movies are. Since she had the wonderful Victoria as her writer though, she was basically screwed. Her friend liked everything to be perfect. On top of that she wanted Zayn and her to be together. It all goes downhill from there.
Jasmine walked out with the short dress barely reaching mid thigh for her. Just as I had Vyana wear it she sighed thinking back to that chapter that she had written. She walked through the cast and crew who threw after her several compliments. Macy beamed when she saw her friend and grabbed her into the hair section. The girls around her grabbed the long curly hair and bunched it up into a side loose bun. Her bangs were first straightened down then crushed up with their hair crippler to create wavy bangs for the scene.
When they were done they all giggled and rushed away from her. Alyson walked over to check herself out in the mirror only to find Jasmine looking at her reflection horrified.
“Dude you look…” Alyson walked over to her friend and placed a finger on her skin lightly. She pulled away in exaggeration blowing her finger quickly, “HOT!”
Now it was Alyson’s turn to take a glare from Jasmine. She continued to look at her friends outfit though, and like everyone else didn’t seem to mind her set of eyes.
