AUTHORS NOTE:
Hi everyone, back again with the final part of Little Miss Sunshine, thanks for reviewing Isabella :) This chapter is leading up to the big gig!!!
CHLOE 8D
DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately I don't own twilight, though I wish I did; I only this story and characters :D
PARKER POV
Later that night I stepped out of a hot and steamy shower, the water had a strange way of calming my nerves; the liquid magic unknotted the tense, nervous muscles of my back and made it easier to breathe somehow. Though if I ever let my concentration slip and thought about what I was going to that night, in front of all those people I instantly became a nervous wreck and had to begin the calming process all over again. I wrapped my still wet body in a towel I had placed on the radiator whilst I showered and sprinted with some difficulty across the freezing cold landing space into my bedroom, slamming my door behind me so mum would know I was done in the bathroom.
After I had yanked the boring curtains shut and towelled myself dry I slipped on my fluffy alabaster and sky blue bath robe, relishing the squashy comfort I sat myself in front of the mirror. I had re-dyed and restored my hair back to its former fiery orange glory during my extended sentence in the bathroom, but that didn't mean it was any easier to deal with than usual; grimacing a little at my face which had been turned a disgusting shade of magenta by the steam in the bathroom, I picked up my barrel brush with my right hand and yanked it through the tangled mess that was my hair.
My hair dryer was hiding underneath a pile of ironed clothes that my mum had left on my bed which I was supposed to have put away a few hours earlier; I kicked the plug into the socket and flicked the switch on the neck of the dryer onto the coolest setting so my hair would have less of a chance of becoming a frazzled mess. I spent the next half an hour blow drying my hair straight, I spent extra time on it that night, after all it would be the first big gig we'd ever done. Even though my hair was left relatively flat after its lunch date with the hair dryer the ends still defied gravity and flicked up, so I spent another twenty minutes straightening it. But, thank the lord, after my fifty minute ordeal with it, my hair obeyed orders and sat prettily on my head.
With the small problem of my hair cleared up the issue of my outfit was next on my list of completely irrational yet necessary worries. I hadn't had time to worry about what I was going to wear up until that moment; so I freaked. I sifted through the pile of clothes that still sat on the bed; I shoved boring plain t-shirts into my draws, trying to find the right thing. After a few minutes of frantic stuffing I found the ideal t-shirt, it was bright yellow with rainbow paint splats all over, in the centre Little Miss Sunshine was giggling, arching over her head were the words: Little Miss! And underneath her feet was the word Sunshine; spelling Little Miss Sunshine. I slipped the shirt on over my head and smoothed out the cotton over my stomach, it smelled of freesia, my favourite flower, thanks to the washing powder. The next step was to find some jeans, I didn't want to wear a mini skirt like most girls would; I thought it too rock girl cliché. But thankfully I had recently acquired a pair of very expensive Criminal Damage skinny jeans; they were easy enough to find, I pulled them on and fastened a pink and black belt around my waist, the material was your typical denim but the jeans themselves were hot pink and had a tartan pattern to them. I had already planned in my head after I had put on my shirt what shoes would go perfectly with it, my pair of yellow vans! I pushed my feet into them and looked at my reflection in the mirror; I looked good, I thought. The clothes fit nicely and smelled wonderful; also they all looked well together with all the contrasting colours.
The last thing I needed to do was sort out my face, I never usually bothered with makeup, but with all the stage lights on me my face would appear sallow and washed out and I didn't want that to happen. A little reluctant I rubbed foundation into my face and neck, then dusted with powder; I focused on my lips next, sweeping on a light covering of clear gloss, why bother with lip liner or lipstick? Complete waste of precious time. Lastly I smudged eyeliner and light eye shadow over my lids, just to finish off I combed my eyelashes through with mascara.
Before I'd even had the chance to check myself out in the mirror the door bell rang, announcing Damien's arrival, the nerves came rushing back in a flood as I rushed to sprits perfume on my wrists and neck, I rubbed my wrists together fiercely and raced down the stairs to get the door. I reached it in record time and heaved it open. Damien was leaning against the wall as usual, playing with his car keys, I tapped him on the shoulder and he glanced up; his eyes met mine and the corners of his mouth lifted,
"Hey Little Miss Sunshine." He quoted gesturing to my t-shirt, "You look cute, not a hint of your cliché rock chick going on there." I nodded and blushed, he seemed to notice the heat in my cheeks and started laughing;
"You don't look so bad yourself." I complimented, taking his profile; he was wearing dark rinse jeans and a red t-shirt with a picture of Darth Vader in the centre that had 'Come to the dark side; we have cookies' Written across the top in black bold print. I laughed at him and rolled my eyes,
"I refuse to come to the dark side."
"Ahh but we have dental!"
"Dental? Well that settles it, hello dark side!" That started us off laughing again; when we stopped he glanced at his watch and said in a serious tone,
"We'd better go now, we need to set up." With a new found rush of adrenaline I shouted goodbye to my parents, slammed the door behind me and skipped over to the passenger side of Damien's Peugeot. I slid in and snapped my seat belt into place, Damien started the engine and backed out onto the empty street.