Post by Alex Hart on Aug 20, 2014 15:45:40 GMT -8
Another performance for the famous Alex Hart. She was sure there would be lots of teenage boys, most of which would catcall to her. Call her crazy, but she wasn't interested in a single one. The reason she performed wasn't for fame, men, or money. She performed because she enjoyed, and she could forget all of her troubles. Just get . . . . Lost. Yes, it was bad, that she didn't exactly think about her future, just lived in the present, but she didn't care.
Alex's stylist greeted her as she walked into the dressing room. A man in a black uniform hurriedly came up to her and handed her a cold bottle of water. She took small sips, and walked over to her stylist. After putting the bottle down, she said, "Jenny, I think I'm just going to wear this, no make-up, no anything."
Jenny, her stylist, gasped in surprise. She loved fashion, and always had tons of make-up on. Once she was finished gasping, Jenny eyed Alex up and down. Alex could tell she didn't approve of her outfit, but she didn't care. Instead, she picked up her water bottle, sat down on a couch, and continued to drink. Having to wait thirty more minutes, and not having much to do, Alex grabbed some of the light from the lamp overhead and started playing with it. She spread it around her, and made it a really pretty yellow/orange color, almost the same as her eyes. Then she changed it to a elegant light pink, then moved it to a pasty pale green. Suddenly, she was disrupted by some bangs on her door, like someone putting all their weight onto the door, until crashing in.
Alex's stylist greeted her as she walked into the dressing room. A man in a black uniform hurriedly came up to her and handed her a cold bottle of water. She took small sips, and walked over to her stylist. After putting the bottle down, she said, "Jenny, I think I'm just going to wear this, no make-up, no anything."
Jenny, her stylist, gasped in surprise. She loved fashion, and always had tons of make-up on. Once she was finished gasping, Jenny eyed Alex up and down. Alex could tell she didn't approve of her outfit, but she didn't care. Instead, she picked up her water bottle, sat down on a couch, and continued to drink. Having to wait thirty more minutes, and not having much to do, Alex grabbed some of the light from the lamp overhead and started playing with it. She spread it around her, and made it a really pretty yellow/orange color, almost the same as her eyes. Then she changed it to a elegant light pink, then moved it to a pasty pale green. Suddenly, she was disrupted by some bangs on her door, like someone putting all their weight onto the door, until crashing in.