Title: Brush Me: The Musings of the Invisible Man's Hair
Author: Angela
Rating: G
Spoilers: Small one for "Beholder"
Summary: I think the title pretty much sums the thing up.
Disclaimer: I don't own "The Invisible Man" or The Hair. I'm not making any money off of this.
Note: Thanks to liz_Z, my most excellent beta reader.
Brush Me: The Musings of the Invisible Man's Hair
Sometimes I get more attention than Darien himself. People are awed by my gravity-defying posture. They marvel at my ability to stand up to the strongest gust of wind. I mean, come on. Do you think some pitiful breeze is going to intimidate *this* hair? Ha! Each of these proud and sexy strands is stronger than that, my friend. Oops. Darien has been hanging around that funny balding man too long. Although he does have a nice scalp...
There have been times when things haven't always been so great for Darien and I, though. Time spent in jail is hard on a man's hair. Some of the substances they give the inmates to wash with in those horrible places...no civilized person would ever consider using it on their hair, especially if they had hair like me. But obviously, I managed to survive, gorgeousness intact.
And let me tell ya, being a celebrity is not all that it appears to be. Sure, a modeling career (okay, it wasn't exactly a career, but still...) sounds glamorous, exciting, and like a dream come true, but it eats away at you after a while. It was just a few photos for a local hair salon, but it was still a difficult process. Even though the people styling me were so-called experts, the products they used were pretty nasty. The shots they used could have been better, too.
I like Darien's new occupation better, especially since this woman everyone calls "Claire" has some very lovely blonde locks. It's certainly not paradise, though. Although, as I have already pointed out, I've got the
endurance of the hair of the gods, it's still difficult to maintain my composure when Darien is running around trying to catch these criminals. And this junk everyone at "the Agency" seems to call "quicksilver" is terrible! I'm telling you, you wouldn't believe how cold that crap is! Not to mention that it makes me, along with the rest of Darien, invisible. Why would anyone with hair like *me* want to deprive the masses of the chance to see it?
But don't get me wrong. Darien treats me with respect. He doesn't insult my abilities by using combs or brushes, and he knows what sort of shampoo and conditioner to use. I'm certainly much more fortunate than a lot of these mistreated hairdos we pass everyday on the streets.
And just in case he ever asks, yes, I do forgive him for that God-awful dye job he gave me back in the summer before his senior year. It took me quite a while to get over it (Purple! He died me purple!), but I do forgive him. Barely.
~The End~
Author: Angela
Rating: G
Spoilers: Small one for "Beholder"
Summary: I think the title pretty much sums the thing up.
Disclaimer: I don't own "The Invisible Man" or The Hair. I'm not making any money off of this.
Note: Thanks to liz_Z, my most excellent beta reader.
Brush Me: The Musings of the Invisible Man's Hair
Sometimes I get more attention than Darien himself. People are awed by my gravity-defying posture. They marvel at my ability to stand up to the strongest gust of wind. I mean, come on. Do you think some pitiful breeze is going to intimidate *this* hair? Ha! Each of these proud and sexy strands is stronger than that, my friend. Oops. Darien has been hanging around that funny balding man too long. Although he does have a nice scalp...
There have been times when things haven't always been so great for Darien and I, though. Time spent in jail is hard on a man's hair. Some of the substances they give the inmates to wash with in those horrible places...no civilized person would ever consider using it on their hair, especially if they had hair like me. But obviously, I managed to survive, gorgeousness intact.
And let me tell ya, being a celebrity is not all that it appears to be. Sure, a modeling career (okay, it wasn't exactly a career, but still...) sounds glamorous, exciting, and like a dream come true, but it eats away at you after a while. It was just a few photos for a local hair salon, but it was still a difficult process. Even though the people styling me were so-called experts, the products they used were pretty nasty. The shots they used could have been better, too.
I like Darien's new occupation better, especially since this woman everyone calls "Claire" has some very lovely blonde locks. It's certainly not paradise, though. Although, as I have already pointed out, I've got the
endurance of the hair of the gods, it's still difficult to maintain my composure when Darien is running around trying to catch these criminals. And this junk everyone at "the Agency" seems to call "quicksilver" is terrible! I'm telling you, you wouldn't believe how cold that crap is! Not to mention that it makes me, along with the rest of Darien, invisible. Why would anyone with hair like *me* want to deprive the masses of the chance to see it?
But don't get me wrong. Darien treats me with respect. He doesn't insult my abilities by using combs or brushes, and he knows what sort of shampoo and conditioner to use. I'm certainly much more fortunate than a lot of these mistreated hairdos we pass everyday on the streets.
And just in case he ever asks, yes, I do forgive him for that God-awful dye job he gave me back in the summer before his senior year. It took me quite a while to get over it (Purple! He died me purple!), but I do forgive him. Barely.
~The End~