I ran my hair through my now platinum blonde hair.
"Oh honey it looks gorgeous!" Adelaide stood proudly over me, scissors held at a graceful angle. Norma-Mae, another Hot Box Girl with nails so bright and shiny she could probably flag down a train, pulled out a mirror.
I looked at myself. I didn't scream. In fact, I let out a shrill giggle.
"How'd you know I'd look good as a blonde?"
"Everyone looks good as a blonde!" Daphne snuck a peek in the mirror and checked her lipstick as she said this, all the while chomping on her gum.
"Wow. Thanks!" I stood up, straightening my suit. It matched the suits of all the others. Now my hair matched as well. And, three days after coming here, I was starting to talk like them as well.
"Don't mention it." Adelaide flushed with pleasure. "You need to look good. You debut tonight!"
Suddenly Charlie burst through the door, not even knocking. We were in the large group bathroom adjacent to the mass dorm where we all slept.
"Hello Charlie!" Daphne said, smiling broadly, letting the light bounce off her shining teeth.
"Hello. Adelaide." He nodded to her. "Girls." Another nod. "I just came to tell you that the costumes for My French Friend aren't in yet, and I want you to practice A Paris Pal so you'll be good tonight if we can't do–"
"Charlie–"
"Adelaide I am sick and tired of you trying to stall me. When you're not stalling me you're out with that bum Nathan Detroit!" Charlie's face was red and sweaty and his bulk made him seem extra-menacing in the stark light of the bathroom.
Adelaide brought a hand to cover her gasping scarlet-lipsticked mouth. "Charlie I was just going to show you Sara–"
"Go practice."
"Anne's new–"
"PRACTICE!" The words rang out and echoed against the walls, causing more then one girl to jump in alarm.
Adelaide looked like a kicked kitten. "Yes Charlie" She turned to us. "Girls?"
"Yes Charlie!" We said like good little girls and filed out of the bathroom.
"Oh honey it looks gorgeous!" Adelaide stood proudly over me, scissors held at a graceful angle. Norma-Mae, another Hot Box Girl with nails so bright and shiny she could probably flag down a train, pulled out a mirror.
I looked at myself. I didn't scream. In fact, I let out a shrill giggle.
"How'd you know I'd look good as a blonde?"
"Everyone looks good as a blonde!" Daphne snuck a peek in the mirror and checked her lipstick as she said this, all the while chomping on her gum.
"Wow. Thanks!" I stood up, straightening my suit. It matched the suits of all the others. Now my hair matched as well. And, three days after coming here, I was starting to talk like them as well.
"Don't mention it." Adelaide flushed with pleasure. "You need to look good. You debut tonight!"
Suddenly Charlie burst through the door, not even knocking. We were in the large group bathroom adjacent to the mass dorm where we all slept.
"Hello Charlie!" Daphne said, smiling broadly, letting the light bounce off her shining teeth.
"Hello. Adelaide." He nodded to her. "Girls." Another nod. "I just came to tell you that the costumes for My French Friend aren't in yet, and I want you to practice A Paris Pal so you'll be good tonight if we can't do–"
"Charlie–"
"Adelaide I am sick and tired of you trying to stall me. When you're not stalling me you're out with that bum Nathan Detroit!" Charlie's face was red and sweaty and his bulk made him seem extra-menacing in the stark light of the bathroom.
Adelaide brought a hand to cover her gasping scarlet-lipsticked mouth. "Charlie I was just going to show you Sara–"
"Go practice."
"Anne's new–"
"PRACTICE!" The words rang out and echoed against the walls, causing more then one girl to jump in alarm.
Adelaide looked like a kicked kitten. "Yes Charlie" She turned to us. "Girls?"
"Yes Charlie!" We said like good little girls and filed out of the bathroom.