Hazel quickly put on the jacket for the video, she looked great but felt terrible. She wore a white jacket with yellow leather sleeves with black lines going down the sides of each sleeve. Under the jacket was a gold boombox t-shirt, black jeans and high rise gold and black Adidas. On her head was a gold bowler hat with a red band. Hazel looked at herself in the mirror and sighed heavily, casting Tris a small glare. She finally spoke," I can't freakin' believe you. Argh...T,"
"But Hazel," She replied," Look, Mariah was impressed when I told about your serious dream."
"Yeah but I was trying to play it cool, y'know?"
Tris shrugged," You still nervous?"
"Not as much now that she knows but still..." Hazel answered turning around towards Tris. Before the college student could speak, Mariah's voice yelled," Hazel to set!"
Tris smiled," Oh snap, Mariah is calling you."
Hazel rolled her eyes and began," God T, you're—I freakin' love you dude."
"Girl stop," She remarked," Now go!"
"Okay, okay," The DJ replied with a laugh," I'm going." Before Hazel left the room, Tris gave her a small good luck kiss on the cheek. One of the small things she did, a small gesture between her and the DJ.
Hazel smiled, her nervousness seemed to wash away. "Thanks T."
"Your welcome."
--------
Hazel looked around, the set was a dance studio with a over watching balcony. The overlooking balcony was fully furnished. A few chairs, a three cushioned couch, tv, mini fridge and silver barred guard rail.
Soon, Mariah walked up to her and said," So, in the video you play the role of my wingman. Who helps me score that guy over there," She pointed to a black, tall guy in a red shirt with rolled up sleeves, blue baggy jeans and matching red and yellow Adidas. He had white sweat bands on his wrists and a clean, black goatee and afro. Looked the same age as Hazel.
She raised an eyebrow before Mariah added," All you have to do right now is small talk since where doing the second scene of the video."
"Okay, cool."
Her mood changed, the brunette crossed her arms. Looking at the DJ with sharp brown eyes as she asked," All that stuff Tris said, about you having a huge crush on me. Was she serious?" Hazel felt her heart beat fast in her chest, but she shoved the truth to the back of her mind. Mariah probably already thought she was a crazed fan, so she decided to play it cool. Even if it meant the singer could only consider an associate at this point.
Hazel chuckled and answered," Tris is such a jokester. I think you're pretty cool and I love your music but crush, no. Not at all."
"Okay then, for a second there."
"No worries man," Hazel added.
Tris watched them from afar but she heard every word they said. "Goldie," She whined," You stupid ass smooth playin', golden eyed, bisexual idiot! What am I gonna do to help you now?"
---
Hazel sighed, closing her eyes and clenching hands into fists in annoyance and anger.
Nice move slick.
----
As the camera rolled and the song played in the back. Hazel and Mariah leaned on the guard rail of the over looking balcony. Mariah asked," So, this is where he spends his off time?"
"Yeah," Hazel answered," Dude got dance dance revolution skills."
Mariah chuckled nervously," Ugh, he getting more attractive every time I you describe him." The DJ laughed," Speaking of,"
