Of course, before they could start the actual shooting, they had to make me pretty. In other words, they had to coat my entire face under a foot of makeup. I bid Father farewell for a few moments, and followed Mr. Edwards from the meeting rooms, to a dressing room a couple of meters down the hall. When I entered the dressing room, this woman whom you could swear looked like Elvira turned around, and said in a Russian accent.
"Ahhhh, so there she is!"
Before he left me alone with that woman who looked like she was going to bite into my neck, Mr. Edwards said.
"Now Ursula, try not to go too crazy with the make-up on this one."
When I heard that, a thought raced through my mind.
"Try not to go to crazy? Who runs this studio, Ravencroft?"
The way Ursula looked at me reminded me of the evil snake in the Jungle Book, Kahn.
"Well, well, well, how should we beauty you up?" She said as her eyes were scanning from me to her ridiculously huge array of eyeshadows, blushes, foundations, and other various forms of cosmetics.
"Um, just a tiny dab of foundation, and maybe a little lipstick will do." I said, almost flinchingly.
"Oh no. This requires much more than a little foundation and lipstick. As a matter of fact, forget foundation, how about a little beauty powder instead?"
And right when Ursula said that, she brought out this colossal powder-puff, along with a large canister of powder. Before I knew it, "BAP!", clods of powder covered my face. Ursula committed battery on my face at least four times with that powder pillow. When she was done, she simply said.
"There, my work is done. Now head on to Studio Six."
Right when I exited that room, I ran in to a nearby restroom to view what damage had been done, and could be fixed. It was a good thing I did not walk into the studio with the way I looked. I resembled one of those porcelain dolls from the Orient. I wetted a paper towel, and dabbed off as much of the excess powder as I could. It took me about ten minutes to get that junk off my face. When I was done, I left enough on so I would not have to go back to that creep of a makeup artist. Then, I finally left the restroom, and went towards Studio Six. When I reached my destination, Mr. Edwards and Father ran right up to me. Mr. Edwards said.
"Wow, you actually look decent. I thought for sure as long as it was taking that Ursula was trying to be a little too perfect. Do you want to know something, I am this close to firing her!"
He demonstrated how close he was to giving her the boot with his thumb and pointer finger.
"She could use a little fire to her work." I muttered.
"What did you say?!" Father asked, rather angrily as if he heard what I said clearly.
"I said she did her work with heat, or enthusiasm." I said in as innocent a tone as I could do.
"Well, lets get the shooting underway." Mr. Edwards said as he led me to where he and Mr. Peterson wanted me positioned at for the first commercial.
"Ahhhh, so there she is!"
Before he left me alone with that woman who looked like she was going to bite into my neck, Mr. Edwards said.
"Now Ursula, try not to go too crazy with the make-up on this one."
When I heard that, a thought raced through my mind.
"Try not to go to crazy? Who runs this studio, Ravencroft?"
The way Ursula looked at me reminded me of the evil snake in the Jungle Book, Kahn.
"Well, well, well, how should we beauty you up?" She said as her eyes were scanning from me to her ridiculously huge array of eyeshadows, blushes, foundations, and other various forms of cosmetics.
"Um, just a tiny dab of foundation, and maybe a little lipstick will do." I said, almost flinchingly.
"Oh no. This requires much more than a little foundation and lipstick. As a matter of fact, forget foundation, how about a little beauty powder instead?"
And right when Ursula said that, she brought out this colossal powder-puff, along with a large canister of powder. Before I knew it, "BAP!", clods of powder covered my face. Ursula committed battery on my face at least four times with that powder pillow. When she was done, she simply said.
"There, my work is done. Now head on to Studio Six."
Right when I exited that room, I ran in to a nearby restroom to view what damage had been done, and could be fixed. It was a good thing I did not walk into the studio with the way I looked. I resembled one of those porcelain dolls from the Orient. I wetted a paper towel, and dabbed off as much of the excess powder as I could. It took me about ten minutes to get that junk off my face. When I was done, I left enough on so I would not have to go back to that creep of a makeup artist. Then, I finally left the restroom, and went towards Studio Six. When I reached my destination, Mr. Edwards and Father ran right up to me. Mr. Edwards said.
"Wow, you actually look decent. I thought for sure as long as it was taking that Ursula was trying to be a little too perfect. Do you want to know something, I am this close to firing her!"
He demonstrated how close he was to giving her the boot with his thumb and pointer finger.
"She could use a little fire to her work." I muttered.
"What did you say?!" Father asked, rather angrily as if he heard what I said clearly.
"I said she did her work with heat, or enthusiasm." I said in as innocent a tone as I could do.
"Well, lets get the shooting underway." Mr. Edwards said as he led me to where he and Mr. Peterson wanted me positioned at for the first commercial.