Another day, another day. Mia thought as she finished putting a light blush on Jlo's cheeks. She loved her job, but it was the person she was doing it on was—well, let's just say didn't deserve to be in the high seat she was in. Sure, Jlo could sing but outside of the studio...Mia would rather not. Besides there was no amount of makeup that could make Jlo look like her face hasn't been rubbed in oil and polished like the gold plate on a Grammy award.
Mia was more than good, a prodigy but Jennifer's looks made her work look mediocre and it would be okay on good days. But today was not one of those days but she secretly wanted to be fired. She needed something better and needed to be away from this desperate woman. Mia could just hear her soul screaming," Why doesn't Mariah know me?"
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Jennifer looked in her mirror," This is horrible. You're fired." Mia pretended to act surprised," What!? I did my job. You can't fire me!"
"I just did," She replied," Alex will do me better." A tall, pale skin man with green eyes and a thin but muscular figure walked over. He wore all black. T-shirt, pants and shoes but the only originality that emitted from him was his messy flume of pink hair on his head.
"Get lost girlfriend," He taunted," It's my time now honey." Mia clenched her hands into fists, nearly crushing her foundation brush," I'm sorry if you're too shinny that for my makeup magic to work on you. Shinny ass face plate headass bitch! Can't sing live for shit ass!"
"Whatever," Jennifer said, opening a Vogue magazine.
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Mia smiled as she walked out of the small recording studio of Nuyorican Productions. Nothing felt better than leaving that woman and her drunken horde of groupies. She'd been waiting to leave that place for a month ago after Jennifer had messed up her smoky eye on America's Greatest. That was the last straw and she wanted to leave but she needed money at the time. Now, she had enough to go missing for a year. Being a top A-listed makeup artist in the industry with a magazine sponsorship called Magic M. But because she lives up to a lavish life she loves and shares with her friends, Hazel, Tris and Kiaria. She, like her friends had to put in their part for living comfortably. A three bedroom house with three bathrooms, spacious kitchen, a pool, recording studio and a bar. They had to pay a chef every once or twice a week, depending on Hazel's mood. A personal bartender who lived with him, a very interesting guy named Bryan Tanaka.
Don't ask.
There were also maids to clean up. It was spacious and fun living with your friends. But now, she would need to find another job for makeup artist and wouldn't go any lower than Jlo.
Mia pulled out her phone from her pocket and texted a group chat named My Girlz.
