Naomi's a hairdresser, Emily's a DJ. They're both 25 when they meet. Something changed the second they laid eyes on each other.

Different day, same shit. I know I could be doing more with my life. I know I have it inside of me, I could be doing so much more than making movie stars look oh-so-fucking-rad for the red carpet. Wankers, spoiled little brats, that's what they all are. Without a care in the world, they just wander around, telling the world how they struggled throughout their childhood and how global warming has to be stopped by us. How we need to make a change, how they might seem superficial but deep down they're just like each one of us. Bull. That's what I think. People who actually care about all of those things are fucking doing something to improve it. They don't spend every day of the week getting wasted and driving under influence and the next day going to the press to deny it. The people that truly care, they fucking act on it. All of these 21st century shit, iPhones, iThat, iThis. People are forgetting how to really live life. Who am I to talk, though?

'Naomi? Naomi, darling? Ouch. Naomi? Honey, I don't mean to be a prick but I think you're burning my hair with the curler.' There were two big wrinkled brown eyes staring up at me.

'Shit, shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit. I'm so sorry, fuck. Oh shit, you alright? Situation under control.' I removed the curler from her hair and massaged it.

Miss Adams was actually nice, not like all the other spoiled fucking (b)rats I've met. One of the few nice ones. Okay, the only nice one I've met up until now. She was about 60 years old and this one has actually been through some rough shit in her life. I do her hair at least once a week, she refuses to get another person to take care of her hair. When I'm not in, her hair just won't be done. We always have ridiculously long talks about life.

'That's alright honey, don't worry about it.' She smiled to the mirror up at my reflection.

I was in a seriously fucked up mood today. Tired, hung-fucking-over and with no mood for anything.

'So, have you been up to something interesting lately?' Miss Adams asked in that "What-I'm-Really-Asking-Is-If-You've-Been-Shagging-Someone-Lately"

'Nah, not really. You know, same old.' I said, not wanting to get into the subject she was pushing me into

'No love floating around here or there?'

'No, Miss A. Love's a fucking word we invented to keep us distracted from what really matters. You know my views on that. I just don't get it, I never will. It's nonsense.' I smiled non-chalantly.

'If you say so, love.' Miss Adams looked down and started re-reading her script.

Suddenly this stunningly beautiful redhead marched in the room, shyly with a couple of coffees in her hand. I'm not into gay but, shit. I would do this girl anytime, any day. I mean, I don't imagine any living creature who wouldn't want her. She was really just… Beautiful. In all the possible senses of the word. She had small rosy lips, beautiful deep brown eyes, straight red hair that was falling all over her features. She gave Miss Adams one of the coffees and while bending down, I had a vision of heaven. Her arse was damn fine. She was dressed really casually, skinny jeans and a baggy blue t-shirt. She had a little cute nose. Okay, seriously. What the hell, I'm not gay. I don't want to fuck her. I just. I mean, she is beautiful. I mean, yeah. I mean, fuck. Just. Alright. Is she talking? Shit, she's talking and I'm not listening due to my fucked up inner-thoughts who are fucking screaming at me.

'…If you need anything else, Miss Adams, please call me on the walkie-t. I'll come straight away. Name's Emily. Emily Fitch. I'm also working at the music department so I'll probably be there.' That was all I heard coming from her mouth. And shit, she also has a tongue piercing, could she get any hotter? Jesus fucking Christ.

'Well, thank you Emily.' Said Miss A. while noticing my blank face looking at the redhead. 'Well, actually you could do something else for me, sweetheart. Emily, this is Naomi. Naomi Campbell, my hairdresser. Emily, would you be so kind that you would show Naomi around? Just so that she doesn't get bored of waiting for me while I'm on set.'

I'm good at keeping my face straight when I'm surprised with something so I just smiled and raised my eyebrows to the beautiful creature in front of me. She was also smiling. Flirty? I'm not sure. But her smile was sexy. So sexy. Sexy as in I want to kiss you right now sexy and feel your pierced tongue and those lips in every inch of skin of my body. Or… Not. What the hell am I thinking? Christ.

'Yes, of course. I'll be happy to.' Emily said and looked straight at me, this time. 'After you, Naomi Campbell.'