Bumps in the road

Chapter 2 - You can't change me!

                                                                               Chapter two

I arrived at the head quarters for the record label.  The man who owned it came and greeted me. He was a lot smaller than he looked in pictures. His hair was dyed black (you could just tell it wasn't his natural color) and he was wearing bright blue eyeliner. Okay, guyliner.

"Hey Ryan, come on in!" Pete greeted me warmly.

I shrugged and walked inside the building after him.

"Nice to meet you, Sir." I said.

"No no no, you are not aloud to call me that." He said.

"Just call me Pete. Got it?" He asked. I just nodded my head and followed him.

We walked down a very long hall. There were so many doors! He told me that half of them were recording rooms and that the rest were dressing rooms, meeting rooms, or offices. There was also a lounge that musicians could, well, lounge in! There was a room that was like a cafeteria and kitchen rolled into one. The kitchen had just about everything except for a stalked fridge. That was really disappointing.

Pete led me into a room which I assumed to be his office, and we both sat down. He had a fish tank on one side of the room, and a drooling bull dog sleeping on the other.

"Okay, you won the contest, congratulations. Now it's time to get to work." He said folding his hands.

"Okay, sounds good." I replied. Something about the way he said it made me nervous.

He reached into a drawer and pulled out a folder. When he opened it I saw lots of pictures of me. I tilted my head to the side wondering what he was getting at here.

"You don't quite have 'the look' Ryan." He informed me.

There it was.

"Here are some types of clothes that would fit you better." He added, pulling out a hand full of pictures that were photoshoped. My head was pasted on the bodies of guys wearing chains and all sorts of other things that I would never actually wear.

"Okay, let's get you changed into these clothes." Pete said as he pulled me out into the hall once again.

"B-but-" I started to protest but he cut me off.

"You're gonna look great." He continued like he hadn't even heard me!!

 I was tossed into a room with three females. They all had their hair pulled into a tight bun or pony tail, their faces looked pinched and they were holding clear bags which held many scary clothes.

I started to make a run for it, but Pete pushed me back into the room and slammed the door.

I turned around reluctantly to face the ladies and gulped. I was really freaked out by now. Claustrophobia was creeping into my mind and I did my very best to shove it out again, that was the last thing I needed to be thinking about.

"Aww, he's cuter than he was in those pictures." The blonde said, invading my personal space bubble.

I backed up against the door and turned my head in attempt to escape this chick. She had to be at least five years older than me. . .

"I agree, let's put him into these clothes." The chick with black and red hair added.

"Yeah, he's okay. I like the bad boy type better though." The girl with pink tipped blonde hair said.

They all came closer and before I knew it I was in my boxers. I had a look of terror plastered on my face as they dressed me up like a freaking Barbie doll! The trio ran their hands all over me and pulled on my new clothing to get rid of wrinkles. I hope. Then they took a step back and examined me. I felt like a guinea pig.