Not Intended
4 - Getting Ready
"Are you ready Dell? We have to meet backstage to get our makeup and stuff done. Show starts in an hour," Sarah said. I have been doing absolutely nothing for the past hour with Sarah. But, I mean we were talking the whole time. I think it's safe to say we are bestfriends now.
"Yeah, lets go," I said. Everything was pretty cool in this huge building. The rooms were connected to the actual X-Factor arena by a skywalk thing.
"So, do you know what happens tomorrow?" she asked me. I gave her a confused look.
"Well, the sort of change up the show a bit. The judges pick teams, kind of like The Voice. So, the judges are actually rooting for the contestants in their team to not get sent home. So the final contestant who wins, will record a song with their judge if their a singer, or if Simon chooses you, you get a label record. Awesome isn't it?" She asked me.
"Sure, how do the judges pick?" I asked.
"We all have to meet in the meeting room where the judges see all of the contestants. Then it's like a draft, someone will pull out the names of the judges and whoever gets pulled first will have first pick and so on. It won't be aired thankfully," she said quickly. Lots of information..
"If that's tomorrow, why are we singing for the show today?" I asked.
"We'll the draft is after the show tomorrow. They need to minimize the contestants to a certain number. So three people are going to get eliminated today so we can have a total of 16 people. 4 contestants per judge," she explained.
"I did not know that," I laughed while pushing open the door to back stage. People were already getting their makeup on and everything. Sarah ran to her makeup stand and met with her artist. I walked to mine to see no one there. I sat down on my chair and waited.
"Where is your artist?" a girl asked me. I looked to my right to see a Barbie doll. Literally. White blonde hair, big blue eyes, perfectly tanned skin, fit and skinny, and bleached white teeth. Fake.
"Not here," I said with a smile. I wasn't at all worried, she must've been like me, always fashionably late. The girl smirked.
"My name is Kim but the way, Kim Porter. But you should already know that," she said while pursing her lips. I made a disgusted face, she was a bitch alright.
"Oh yes, you must be the girl with the really.. Oh wait sorry, I wasn't supposed to say," I giggled while touching her shoulder like a prissy gossiper. She opened her mouth and giggled along. It was very easy to act like a spoiled bitch. Very easy.
"It's probably a good thing, I mean look at me, I'm gorgeous. If anyone like you made fun of my looks, it just wouldn't make sense because you're just so...plain," her high pitched British accent ringing through my ears. Her makeup artist who was now doing her hair rolled her eyes causing me to laugh.
"Aww, thank you! It's nice to know that you notice people other than yourself!" I applauded her. She sucked in her cheeks annoyingly. I was getting to her.
"Sarcasm is the lowest form or wit," she pressed. I sunk back in my chair.
"Well I try to cater for my audience," I bit back. Her hair stylist laughed at that one.
"Alright, now Kim, we have to get you in your clothes," she said ushering her out of the chair.
"Don't forget me, I will be back to whip your arse," she said with a smirk. I laughed loudly.
"I never forget a face, but in your case I'll be glad to make an exception," I called after her. She scoffed loudly and entered her dressing room.
All the sudden, a girl with red hair ran through the doors. She was carrying a huge bag.
"Um, has anyone seen a Delphine Smith? I think that's her name," she said. Hey, she was American! I raised my hand awkwardly.
"Oh, hi! I'm Clarence, your new fashionista helper person," she said excitedly.
"Yay! What is your bag for?" I asked with a laugh. She looked down at it and smiled. She placed it in the counter.
"This is your dreams come true," she said while unzipping it. In the bag was loads of makeup. Makeup objects I haven't even seen before.
"Damn. That's a lot of makeup. But don't these stands already have makeup?" I asked pointing to the makeup provided on the counter. She rolled her eyes.
"As I was guessing, the makeup here is shitty," she said, "but we should get going. What is the song your doing like?"
"Leona Lewis, I'm playing the piano too," I said. Her face lit up.
"Oh, that song used to be my jam. Lets do this. So I'm thinking simple. But serious. Maybe a black one shoulder dress that stops at the knee, but see through material carries on to the foot. Turquoise and gold jewelry, matching golden colored heels. Turquoise nail polish color, and smokey eye with a golden touch to it on the eyelid with simple black liner and mascara. And we will finish it off with my new natural colored lipstick!" She said the quickest I have ever seen her talk. With my go, she started. And she did exactly as she said.
"Yeah, lets go," I said. Everything was pretty cool in this huge building. The rooms were connected to the actual X-Factor arena by a skywalk thing.
"So, do you know what happens tomorrow?" she asked me. I gave her a confused look.
"Well, the sort of change up the show a bit. The judges pick teams, kind of like The Voice. So, the judges are actually rooting for the contestants in their team to not get sent home. So the final contestant who wins, will record a song with their judge if their a singer, or if Simon chooses you, you get a label record. Awesome isn't it?" She asked me.
"Sure, how do the judges pick?" I asked.
"We all have to meet in the meeting room where the judges see all of the contestants. Then it's like a draft, someone will pull out the names of the judges and whoever gets pulled first will have first pick and so on. It won't be aired thankfully," she said quickly. Lots of information..
"If that's tomorrow, why are we singing for the show today?" I asked.
"We'll the draft is after the show tomorrow. They need to minimize the contestants to a certain number. So three people are going to get eliminated today so we can have a total of 16 people. 4 contestants per judge," she explained.
"I did not know that," I laughed while pushing open the door to back stage. People were already getting their makeup on and everything. Sarah ran to her makeup stand and met with her artist. I walked to mine to see no one there. I sat down on my chair and waited.
"Where is your artist?" a girl asked me. I looked to my right to see a Barbie doll. Literally. White blonde hair, big blue eyes, perfectly tanned skin, fit and skinny, and bleached white teeth. Fake.
"Not here," I said with a smile. I wasn't at all worried, she must've been like me, always fashionably late. The girl smirked.
"My name is Kim but the way, Kim Porter. But you should already know that," she said while pursing her lips. I made a disgusted face, she was a bitch alright.
"Oh yes, you must be the girl with the really.. Oh wait sorry, I wasn't supposed to say," I giggled while touching her shoulder like a prissy gossiper. She opened her mouth and giggled along. It was very easy to act like a spoiled bitch. Very easy.
"It's probably a good thing, I mean look at me, I'm gorgeous. If anyone like you made fun of my looks, it just wouldn't make sense because you're just so...plain," her high pitched British accent ringing through my ears. Her makeup artist who was now doing her hair rolled her eyes causing me to laugh.
"Aww, thank you! It's nice to know that you notice people other than yourself!" I applauded her. She sucked in her cheeks annoyingly. I was getting to her.
"Sarcasm is the lowest form or wit," she pressed. I sunk back in my chair.
"Well I try to cater for my audience," I bit back. Her hair stylist laughed at that one.
"Alright, now Kim, we have to get you in your clothes," she said ushering her out of the chair.
"Don't forget me, I will be back to whip your arse," she said with a smirk. I laughed loudly.
"I never forget a face, but in your case I'll be glad to make an exception," I called after her. She scoffed loudly and entered her dressing room.
All the sudden, a girl with red hair ran through the doors. She was carrying a huge bag.
"Um, has anyone seen a Delphine Smith? I think that's her name," she said. Hey, she was American! I raised my hand awkwardly.
"Oh, hi! I'm Clarence, your new fashionista helper person," she said excitedly.
"Yay! What is your bag for?" I asked with a laugh. She looked down at it and smiled. She placed it in the counter.
"This is your dreams come true," she said while unzipping it. In the bag was loads of makeup. Makeup objects I haven't even seen before.
"Damn. That's a lot of makeup. But don't these stands already have makeup?" I asked pointing to the makeup provided on the counter. She rolled her eyes.
"As I was guessing, the makeup here is shitty," she said, "but we should get going. What is the song your doing like?"
"Leona Lewis, I'm playing the piano too," I said. Her face lit up.
"Oh, that song used to be my jam. Lets do this. So I'm thinking simple. But serious. Maybe a black one shoulder dress that stops at the knee, but see through material carries on to the foot. Turquoise and gold jewelry, matching golden colored heels. Turquoise nail polish color, and smokey eye with a golden touch to it on the eyelid with simple black liner and mascara. And we will finish it off with my new natural colored lipstick!" She said the quickest I have ever seen her talk. With my go, she started. And she did exactly as she said.
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