Chapter Two- The Makeover
Piper
I nervously gnaw on my lower lip, a habit I tend to have. We are standing outside of Dad's stylists' workplace. Dad promised my friends and I that Celeste Klein is a fabulous stylist. Supposedly. We'll see about that statement very soon.
Calypso fidgets, rubbing her hands up and down her legs. I shoot her a dirty look, silently telling her to stop. She nods and gulps. Annabeth and Thalia are sprawled out on the beige couch, they look up as a gorgeous lady, in her late twenties, walk towards. Her auburn hair is pinned up and her outfit is comfortable. I nod my head, she isn't like those stylists' who make you wear a thousand pounds of makeup and tight clothing.
"Hello ladies. I'm Celeste Klein, your stylist. I will do what you want me to, understand? I don;t want to mess up what you ladies want." Celeste smiles broadly at us. "Who should I start with?"
"I'll go," Calypso offers, giving us a small smile. Celeste nods and leads Calypso down a long hallway, they disappear into a room. After that, the room is quiet. Peaceful. A couple minutes later, Calypso walks out. Her ash blonde hair is tucked neatly into a fishtail braid. She is wearing a white, billowy dress with an intricate pattern on it. The dress is pale compared to her long, tan legs. Her feet are covered with white flats, a casual look. She has a smoky eye look and vintage pearl earrings.
"Caly, save us some good stuff." Thalia jokes, before trailing Celeste. Annabeth and I laugh at Calypso's reaction, she's flustered.
"Thalia was joking, Caly." Annabeth assures her.
"Oh," Calypso giggles nervously, feeling a bit ridiculous. Thalia walks out looking like a freaking dark PInk. Her hair is spiked more at the bottom than the top. Her outfit has a leather, black jacket and ripped electric blue leggings. Her top is a 'Death to Barbie' with an arrow through Barbie's head. Her feet are adorned by black converse, doodled on with electric blue sharpie.
"Nice outfit." Annabeth tells Thalia.
"I know. I'm gorgeous." Thalia answers, laughing. We join in as Annabeth follows Celeste. A couple of quick minutes later, Annabeth reveals her new look. She has on a dark red flowing dress and her feet are adorned with nude heels. She has ruby earrings and a nude satchel.
"Oh." I start.
"My." Calypso says.
"Gods!" Thalia shouts. We are all so gobsmacked at Annabeth's new look. She is the definition of beautiful. I walk towards Celeste who leads me into a room marked 'M'. What a weird name, right? We tortured my hair into submission. My brunette locks are curled a bit more, showing more volume than what it was before. I follow her to the clothing section, where she let us pick out anything we wanted that was comfortable.
I choose a white off the shoulder top with a black diamond pattern in the left bottom. I also choose pink shorts with Captain America suspenders and white converse. My look is completed when I grab a pair of big, white sunglasses and a pink bag. I step out of the room and twirl in front of them. Calypso wolf whistles, sending Thalia to land on the floor laughing. Annabeth wipes tears from her eyes.
I groan and toss the sunglasses at Thalia's body. She giggles and rolls over. Calypso stands, brushing imaginary dirt off her dress.
"So, what do you ladies prefer to do?" Calypso asks, wrapping the ringlets of the braid around her manicured finger.
"I don't know, how about the NYC Mall?" I suggest, rising. Thalia and Annabeth share a look, before agreeing.
"Hoodies and sunglasses, nobody wants to know we are there. Understand?" Annabeth questions, tugging a gray hoodie over her head. We nod and follow her swift movements, slipping out the door as Dad pays for the makeover.
"I can't believe we're famous, we can meet famous people!" Thalia says excitedly. We laugh and smile, pushing our way through the crowd of sweaty bodies, compressed and suffocating. I inhale deeply as we sidestep the mob. I grip onto Calypso's arm as we maneuver towards Rue 21. We start to laugh, grabbing random clothes and trying them on. A couple of hours after wondering the stores, we decide we need a lunch break. We walk into Dairy Queen and scour the area for a table. We plop down and wave a waitress over.
"How may I help you?" She asks, her voice light and monotone. Her name tag read Hazel, I smiled brightly.
"Hi. We would like to get two cotton candy blizzards and two Oreo blizzards." I answer. She nods and walks off. A loud, rowdy group of students scramble into Dairy Queen, shouting and laughing. I groan and lean back. Hazel comes back and leans down to give us our blizzards.
"Your hoodie is off, might want to pick it up Miss McLean." I gasp and tug it into place. I breathe out in relief and smile.
"Thank you Hazel. How would you like to be our new manager?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Sure! Can I offer another offer? I have this friend Bianca and it would mean so much if both of us were your managers." Hazel rambles.
Annabeth lets out a light, angelic laugh and replies, "Of course Hazel. Bianca can be our other manager." Hazel claps excitedly, and quickly gets back to work. We head out after eating.
"Well, she's a sweetheart," I decide as we flop into the ford seats and Calypso puts the car in reverse and backs out of the parking space. After that, she spins the car around and we head towards Dad's house.
My phone rings. Dad flashes across the screen and I stifle a yawn.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Get home quick. I have to tell you something." Dad answers and hangs up.
I scowl and repeat what Dad said. What a jerk!
Hey everybody! I based this chapter on where they are and what they transformed themselves from! This story was based on another story, true, but I'm working on creating a more in depth look of the girls lives as pop sensations! Please, review, favorite, and follow! Thank you!- Jaylah Morgan Grace
