The next day I invited Tommy over to my place so we work out everything about him being in the band. Also, I was going to try to get him to work on his style he was so sadly lacking of. In addition there was always the biggest question, is he straight or gay?
I was rushing about trying to get ready. I put together my best outfit and was just putting my boots on when I saw the clock said it was 5:55pm! He was getting here at six! I jammed my boots on and swiftly applied eyeliner and lip-gloss.
I was just walking into the living room when he knocked on the door. I walked over and opened it, there he was. He looked the same as yesterday; the only difference was you could tell it was a different shirt. I stepped back to let him through into my apartment. Which looked as if my very essence was the décor. Lots of sequins and dark colors. "Come on in" I said to Tommy.
He walked in and looked a bit shocked by the décor, "so this is your apartment?" Tommy asked. It was somewhat cute that he looked a bit afraid, "yep, I decorated it myself. Its new, only got it a few months ago." I told him. He plopped down onto the black leather couch in the main room, I inwardly shivered. That couch wasn't cheap, he looked at me "so, lets discuss business then" Tommy said. I came over and sat gently across from him on the over stuffed silver chair by the couch.
I took a deep breath; this would be the hard part. "Firstly, we need to work on your style" I told to Tommy. He looked at me incredulously, "what about it? I look fine," he said, I sighed, "Tommy, to be my bass player I need you to match me and the bands image. Also, you look like you haven't showered in weeks." I said and waited for a response. Tommy just rather stared at me for a few moments, looking as if he were deciding something.
He nodded to himself, "okay sure, I really wanna be part of this band so whatever I need to do" Tommy said. I nearly jumped up and down in excitement. "YAY! Let's start now then!" I said, got up and pulled him to my bedroom where all of my clothes and beauty supplies where.
When we got there, he looked terrified of all the clothes. Im guessing he was not gay then, and even more horrified at the amount of makeup on my dresser. "Have a seat on the bed" I told him and went into my walk in closet to pick out the right outfit.
When I emerged I had a grey long sleeved T with black splotches on it, black skinny jeans that looked Tommy's size, and black creepers. I tried to find something in his rang of style but looked acceptable to me. I threw the clothes at him, "try these on, the bathrooms across the hall," I said. Without even looking at what I had brought out Tommy gathered them up and went to put them on.
A few minutes later he came out looking fabulous, it was very nice to see him in something that flattered his body. Although Tommy did not seem to like it, "it's too tight!" he complained. "Tommy dear you said you would do whatever you needed to, and you need to wear nicer things. Plus they look great on you." I told him. He still did not look convinced and looked horrified when I told him hair and makeup were next.