Falling Down(139)

"Just a touch up on the hair and a smidge of liner on the eyes."
"Wow, I did pretty good today."
"Nicely done, Lucy. Sera--" he pauses. "Get in there with Simone now. You need serious work."
"And to think you called me a bitch."
"Huh," is all I can think to say.
Carmen comes at me with eyeliner and eye shadow, then runs a flat iron over my hair before a quick spritz of Spenser's magic spray.
Spenser works on Jace's hair a bit while Carmen heads over to Meggie. Sera walks out fifteen minutes later looking like a million bucks and Simone moves to Trace. She looks him up and down. His black hair is cut short, a lot like Jesse's is now. He's wearing an Volbeat t-shirt, worn jeans, and boots. He is the definition of a true rocker.
"Wow," she whispers.
"Pretty, isn't he?" I ask.
"Yeah. Those green eyes and those thick lashes. Whew," she mutters as she walks off and Trace grins.
"I'd kill for your eyelashes," I tell him.
"Kill for your boyfriend's," Spenser grumbles.
"Yeah, his too. Why is it men have such awesome eyelashes and we have to mascara the hell out of ours to try to even come close?" Meggie asks.
"No clue," Sera replies.
Celeste and I go over times and schedules and PR stuff. I have no idea what she's talking about so I hand her my phone with my calendar, itinerary, and email. She walks off to the conference room and takes a seat, getting right to work. I already love her.
Jesse catches my gaze and smirks.
"Lips!" Spenser announces.
"Kiss first," Jesse interrupts and gives me a gentle lingering kiss. "You've got this."
I nod. "We totally do."
"That's my girl."
Spenser whips out some pale pink lip gloss that smells like bubble gum.
"Hey Spense, you got any of that strawberry flavored lip gloss Lucy wore that one night…" I hear Jesse ask and I laugh.
"All right people, let's go," Cage directs and the members of Blush head into the sound room.
I grab the headset resting on the stool in front of my mic and wrap it around my neck.
"Here's what's happening. Right there," he points, "is the camera. There's another back by Trace and another over behind Meggie. All three will be on and all three will be live. We're going to keep it live for the first hour to give the public a taste of what you're made of."
"Those f*ckers will be eating their words," Trace says with a nod at me. I smile and give him wink. He points his drumstick. "We got this shit."
I look to Jace who grins. "Whitney whore is going down." I breathe a sigh of relief at his words. I was so worried he was angry with me.
Meggie adjusts her guitar strap and bounces on her toes. A pink and purple guitar with her name written in cursive beneath the strings. Classic Megs.
Sera tilts her neck one way, then the other, cracking and stretching. Hot pink guitar slung over her shoulder, she lifts her arms and stretches out her back and sides. It's her routine. Next she leans forward, careful of her guitar as she touches her toes.
"Two minutes," I hear Cage say through the sound system. I hadn't even realized he left the room. I see Damian out there and he gives me a wink. I smile and wink back. He's such a sweet guy. It'll be fun touring with him when the time comes.
"One minute. Act natural. Either I or Nate here will tell you what's going on. Thirty seconds."
I adjust the headset, leaving one ear uncovered so I can hear what's going on around me.
Cage holds up three fingers, then two, then one. He mouths live.
"Let's start with Breathe," Nate tells us. "We'll play it straight through then see if we need adjustments. This isn't the way normal recording sessions go but it's what we've got for the first hour.