Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(23)

I have lost count how many times Naomi and I have walked past here saying whenever we get rich we will get our hair done. Naomi opens the door with a huge smile. I turn, quietly shrieking to her.

“You got us both appointments under short notice?” I ask her.

“You bet your ass I did.”

We walk to the receptionist counter; this place is like royalty that I’m not shocked it needs a receptionist.

“Hello, ladies, may I help you?” A hot chocolate skinned woman with black wavy hair smiles at us both.

“Yes, we have appointments under Naomi Camble.” The receptionist looks at her computer.

“Yes. Come with me.” She stands. We walk down a hallway until we see chairs sitting in front of mirrors. We both take a seat, smiling to one another. “Would you like a glass of champagne during your visit?”

“Yes, thank you. Can we have the bottle, please?” Naomi asks nicely.

“The bottle is over four hundred dollars,” the lady says, looking to us both, waiting for us both to decline.

“That will be fine,” I quickly say. The lady looks a little surprised before nodding and leaving us alone.

“No wonder rich people go to these expensive places. It’s like a power trip or something,” Naomi says, stroking the leather chair, then standing up, feeling the clear glass that is holding a few combs.

“I am so happy I get to do this with you. I should have mentioned money sooner.” I laugh.

“You should have. I’m just happy I’m your best friend. It has its perks.” She pretends to look at her nails. I hit her arm.

“I bet it does. So, what am I getting done?” I ask.

“I already said over the phone what we are getting, so you just have to wait until it’s all done.”

I look at her a little uncertain. I stroke down my hair, feeling scared.

“I love my hair—”

“I know,” she interrupts me. “You know I wouldn’t do anything that would upset you. You are going to love it. Trust me.”

I do trust her.

I trust her with my life.

“Okay.” I take in a deep breath. “Let’s do this.”

“Yay.” Naomi claps her hands.

“Here is your champagne, ladies.” The receptionist walks in with two glasses filled up and a bottle in an ice bucket. “Enjoy.” She smiles before leaving.

Soon a man who looks to be in his forties with sleeked over brown hair comes up behind me, feeling my hair as a young, plump woman steps behind Naomi. They say a hello and then start getting to work. Once I see liquid being made, I know my hair is being colored.

My hair is soon covered in tin foil as well as Naomi’s. We both take selfies as we wait for it to set, posing silly ones and trying to look sexy in others. Drinking the champagne makes it feel even more special.

I feel like I’m being pampered.

Once the color is washed out we turn back to the mirrors, but our backs are to them.

Naomi did think of everything. I’m not going to see until it’s over.

My hair gets cut and roller type things are placed in and soon a heat machine is placed above me.

I look at Naomi, who gives me a thumbs-up, and I laugh. Each minute that passes, the more excited I get. I can’t wait to see the final touches. I close my eyes as my hair gets brushed, sprayed, everything you could think of. When I think we are done. I see two women on chairs rolling toward us.

“Hey, ready for your makeup?”

I look at Naomi, who winks at me. After thirty minutes, the girl says she’s done and she has the hugest smile on her face. She helps take the sheet that is protecting my clothes off me and I stand.

I look at Naomi and she looks amazing. She has red and blue streaks running through her hair. She looks so badass with her makeup. When she looks at me she shrieks, causing everyone in the room to giggle. I close my eyes, facing the mirror, taking a few deep breaths. When I open them I feel like I’m looking at someone else.

That can’t be me.

My hair is dyed completely black, but it’s in glorious waves. My makeup is smoky eyeshadow, dark eyeliner, and mascara, making my green eyes pop.

I look like a rock star.

I lean forward touching my hair, admiring myself in the mirror.

“Should we leave you and your reflection alone?” Naomi laughs.

“Naomi…” I am lost for words. “Holy shit.”

Naomi laughs. “You look the part now.”

I really do. “Naomi, you are the best.” I run to her, hugging her tightly. I try not to cry as I know it will ruin the hard work the girl did. “I love you so much.”

“You better, but it’s me who loves you so much.” We both smile shyly at one another. “Right now, let’s go show the world our new kick-ass looks and buy some sexy clothes.”

“Sounds good.” We thank everyone and once I pay we head outside and already people are staring, guys smiling or winking at us.

I guess I better start getting used to this.

With our new looks, all the shop ladies were more than willing to help us out. I guess when you have money they are willing to kiss your ass. A couple of hours later we have bags full of new clothes. At one place we ask to wear our new outfits on the way out.

I went with leather pants that hug my ass with a black top that looks more like a bra with a black short denim jacket. When I saw this outfit with my hair and makeup done up in the mirror I looked amazing. I just had to wear it now.