April 5th, 20xx
It was in a bland room with the walls being a watery, dull yellow. The bedroom was simple, consisting of only a bed near the windows, a desk next to the former furniture listed, and a chair partially underneath a desk. The color scheme was various shades of yellow, going from cream to goldenrod yellow. The bed was filled with multiple pillow and plushies, the blankets being folded neatly in a pile next to the footboard of the bed.
On top of those layers of blankets was a girl. However, this young woman was going through a -somewhat- mild panic attack, while quickly trying to handle her demented hair wisps. From a standpoint view, the girl looked pleasant. Many could comprehend the fact that she's a definite Asian descent with her small eyes, yellow undertone to her skin, and round face. Giveaways were usually her size: her frame being quite petite and small in comparison to others, and her slight accent.
She wore a white t-shirt underneath an extra-large hoodie with the sleeves being long enough to cover her lengthy fingers, black tights, and sneakers. Her makeup was light, but it wasn't too light to the point of looking washed-out. Her hair was in a tight braid with her bangs being carefully framing her face( wisps were finally good! Hairspray is truly the most spectacular creation created in the 1940s!) and her eyes being presented larger than their average size-makeup can do wonders.
Straight posture.
Check.
Arms on the sides.
Check.
Legs in a ninety-degree angle.
Check.
Feet and hands were completely flat.
Check.
A smile on the face.
Check.
Everything in place, everything was on set, and everything was ready for the cameras to roll.
Everything was in complete control.
"Hello, my name is Marianne Lam and I'm sixteen-years-old, who wants a chance in the millions…"