Superstar

2. What It Takes

Today was the day. I would learn my fate, if I go or if I stay.

I woke with a start, my heart pounding out of my chest. I looked over at Bailey's bed, to see her lifeless form lazily sprawled all over. I chuckled gently, running my hand through my tangled mess of hair. I blinked a few times, taking in the filtering daylight. I wonder if anyone else stirred at this hour. What time was it anyways? I looked over at my bedside table and grabbed my phone, unlocking it and checking the time. 7:30 am, great. I had to be up in two hours or so, but I didn't feel like going back to sleep. My anxieties kept me up. Great.

Getting up silently, I shuffled my feet across the floor and to our own bathroom, closing the door gently. I turned the chrome nozzles of the elegant and rather big tub before taking my iPod, which for some reason was in my bra, and connecting it easily into the iHome station. I bent over, squinting my eyes as I scrolled through my list of hundreds upon hundreds of artists before selecting Ed Sheeran, the Ginger Jesus. My, he was so perfect. I clicked on his song "The A Team" for obvious reasons and undressed myself. As I slipped off the last article of clothing, I quickly jumped into the tub as the water filled up around me, drowning out the silence with my voice as I calmly took one of the most relaxing showers I've probably felt in months. It took the nerves out of everything that was to happen to me today.

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My eyes were lightly closed as Ed Sheeran's Kiss Me filled the room with his soothing voice as a hard knock ran through my ears. My eyes shot open, and I even twitched slightly in surprise. Bailey must be up now. "Give me a sec!" I called. How long have I been in here? I must've totally lost track of time with bathing myself and just preparing myself for whatever fate would bring to my door. I reached down with my hand and pulled out the drain, the water slowly sucking out and probably filling out into the Pacific Ocean.

I got out of the tub and grabbed a soft and even warm cotton towel, it's white color giving the illusion I was tanner than I actually am. I rung out my hair over the tub, holding onto my towel at the same time. I grabbed another towel and doubled over so my hair dangled infront of me. I took the towel in my hands and wrapped it over my hair, feeling refreshed. I opened the door to the bathroom, a rush of cold air chilling me and causing goosebumps to spread like the flu. I shivered gently as Bailey rushed passed me, causing even more air to rush at me. She shut the door coldly, and I just sighed. 

I ran over to my dresser, which held captivity of all clothes I packed. I picked a random outfit and just put it on, not really paying attention to detail. I let go of the towel that had laid securely around my chest and quickly stepped into my undies, then I stepped into my outfit for the day. I ran over to the body mirror that was in our room, and I checked myself out. Yeah, I do that. I regret nothing, quite honestly.

I chuckled, wow. Not to sound big headed, but I had a great fashion sense even when I didn't try. I had picked out an outfit so simple, it was stylish. I wore a white tank top, which could plainly be seen over the shirt I wore. It was an ombre type shirt, the starting color a pearl white, and slowly blue faded into the color until the end color was a color almost as blue as Niall's eyes. It was quite pretty, something I could see Eleanor wearing. For jeans I just wore washed out, ripped jeans. It was quite cute, and I could relate it to One Direction, the best boy band ever. I chuckled at myself, I was so ob- eh hem, dedicated. Who knows? Maybe I'll win xfactor and meet them. Funny, but not impossible.

I sat myself down in front of the mirror and started to work with my hair. I brushed it out and straightened it, which took about 30 minutes, thank god for wet-to-straight by Conair. It's totally terrible for your hair, but it's a lifesaver nonetheless. As I finished my last strand of hair, I started to once again brush it. I started to braid my bangs, making a mini-bang french braid. As soon as I finished that I collected the rest of my hair and put it into a messy bun, working with it until I made it stylish and actually very cute. Maybe I could be the next fashionista! Ha, I wish.