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My three words have two meanings,
There's one thing on my mind
It's all for you
Lego House- Ed Sheeran
"About what?" Jett frowned confused.
"There's something I really need to tell you…" I whispered unsurely.
"Are you okay?" Jett put his hand on my shoulder and I looked up at him, smiling with tears in my eyes.
"Thank you."
"For what?" Jett frowned.
"Healing me. Without you, Jett…I don't even know if I would still be here I was so depressed. You gave me a meaning of life." I sniffled, "but, as much as I love you none of us are in love with each other. We both love other people." I whispered.
"You still love Kendall." Jett nodded at me.
"I've never stopped." I said with a smile as I admitted it to someone, a tear rolling down my face. "Jett you're amazing, an amazing friend and a Godbrother. But I know you love Jo."
"But I love you." He said.
"I know." I nodded, "I love you too."
"But we're not meant to be." Jett said to me.
I wiped the tear away, "we never were. But Jett, you'll never know how thankful I am for our relationship. It's shown me how a relationship should be." I told him.
"You know, I don't think I ever pictured any of my break-ups like this." He mused.
I smiled. "Me either. Good luck with Jo." I told him with a nod.
"Good luck with Kendall." He told me.
"Goodbye Jett." I smiled a watery smile.
"Goodbye Echo."
"Thank you." We both said at the same time and at that, he closed the door and I turned away from the man who healed my life.
Is this really for the best? Now I feel alone and lonely.
I wiped my eyes as I got into the elevator, Jett knew I was truly thankful for him.
We both knew it was for the best.
As I headed back into the apartment James looked up at me from the couch. "Come here." He said instantly opening his arms for me and I ran over to him and cried on him for a good few minutes.
"What's wrong?"
"I broke up with Jett." I sighed as I sniffled.
"Why?"
"I don't love him." I said to him with a shaky breath.
"Are you okay? Was the break-up messy?"
"No, he totally understood. I don't even know why I'm crying!"
"You were in a relationship for a long time, you're bound to feel lonely or upset, but Echo I'll always be here for you when you want to talk." He told me and I swallowed and closed my eyes, nodding against his embrace and took deep breaths. Jett and I are still friends, it's not like we hate each other.
"Where are Logan and Carlos?"
"Looking for furniture with their girlfriends, poor guys." James chuckled and I smiled to him.
Just as I began to get in a lighter mood my phone began to vibrate violently and ring loudly. I pulled it out of my jean pocket.
"Hello?"
"Echo, Hawk has surrendered the rights to your songs. They are your songs again." I heard Griffin on the other side of the phone.
"Really?" I asked with a bright smile.
"Yes, you have the rights and he's released you from his contract with you. You're a free woman." He didn't know how true that sentence was.
"Thank you so much Dad!"
"And Echo, I need to talk to you about something, make sure you come home tonight."
"Okay, Dad. I need to talk to you, too. I'll be home in a few hours." I closed the phone and looked at James. "I have my songs back!" I exclaimed and hugged him tight.
"That's great!" He said with a grin.
"I've got to tell him about me and Jett and me moving here."
"Is he going to be okay with it?"
"Of course he will." I rolled my eyes at him. "You know what, I'm going to tell him now!" I said excitedly, jumping off the couch before James could utter another word.
"Oh hey, Tracey." I greeted her as I bounded through the door, she smiled at me from the couch next to Asha.
"Hiya, Echo. Good day?" She asked.
"You'll find out, where's Griffin?"
"In the kitchen." She replied.
"Dad, can you come in here please, I need to talk to you!" I shouted into the kitchen as I sat down next to Asha.
"Hey squirt, how you doing?" I asked with a smile.
"Good, guess what?" She said happily.
"What?" I asked.
"I got an A+ today in school!" Asha said excitedly.
"Check you out, smarty pants!" I smiled to her and she giggled.
"Tracey took me out for fudge sundaes. They were so good!"
"Hey, Echo. I wasn't expecting you till later." Griffin came in and sat down on the armchair across from us.
"I know but I need to talk to you." I told him quickly.
"What's wrong?"
"Uh, Jett and I broke up."
"What? How come? You two were so good together!" Griffin explained while Tracey looked and me with a knowing motherly smile.
"I don't love him anymore, I'm planning to stay single for a while."
"Good." Griffin said firmly, "I don't want to be chasing away any more boys." I rolled my eyes at him.
"Dad, that's not the real reason I'm here. I'm here because I'm moving back into the Palm Woods, with James."
"What do you mean, don't you think it's a little soon after-"
"No, Dad. Me and Kendall are just friends, besides he's now living with Jo in an apartment and both Carlos and Logan are moving out and James is going to be alone so he invited me to move in. I want to move in with him." I said to him.
Tracey smiled.
Griffin on the other hand…"Are you sure?" He asked, "I don't want you to-"
"Dad, I'm not going to do anything, I need to rebuild myself and stop acting like my heart's broken because if it was then I'd be dead." Griffin gave me a stern look.
"When are you moving out?"
"Sunday but I'm not really sure, anytime really just after Saturday cause on Saturday there's a goodbye party for Logan and next Tuesday there's one for Carlos."
"Okay." Griffin nodded. "You can move out." He told me.
"Thanks, Dad. I love you."
"I love you too, now there's something I need to tell you."
"What?"
"Well, I wanted to check if this was okay with you but I have asked Tracey to move back in with me."
"I knew you two still had the hots for each other." I told them with a grin and Tracey blushed.
"So it seems." Griffin smiled.
I began packing that night, Tracey and Asha helped me, we spoke about me moving out and Tracey moving in. I knew she was still in love with Griffin, those longing looks she gave him when she thought I wasn't looking and the way she spoke about him with such pride made me smile on the inside.
They were so cute.
Asha was really upset that I was moving out but I promised her I would see her daily. By the time I went to bed I had sorted through half of my room with the aid of Asha and Tracey.
Even though I'm still a little shaken at fully comprehending the fact that Jett and I are over, in reality we never started. I think it's being alone that's hurt me more than anything.
But it was just a feeling I was going to have to get used to.
I spent the next few days as lazy days, mostly spending them in with Asha and watching TV with a pot of ice-cream or surfing the internet with her.
I knew Asha still missed Lisa. If anything I do admire how Lisa acted towards Asha, I knew she did truly love her no matter how spiteful she acted towards me.
Tuesday was just a day of Asha and I lying in my bed and watching endless movies together, some more emotional than others and the sappy bitch I was; I was blubbing at The Notebook. Both of us were.
And then, on Wednesday I was suddenly thrown into action again.
"Echo, what are you going to do with all of your songs? You can't just let those lyrics lie in a box in your bedroom, you need them for singles for a music talent."
"Dad, even if I wanted to, Big Time Rush can't have all my songs because a female would have to sing the high pitched notes. The notes are even too high for Logan and some of them are written in my perspective so it would be weird if the guys were singing about other guys and love…that would make them all gay."
"I didn't say give them to Big Time Rush, all I said was you need to do something."
"Like what? Find a new music talent?" I rolled my eyes at Griffin but frowned when he looked at me seriously. "Dad, really?"
"Well just think, it would give you the freedom of choosing someone or people you like, you can choose their genre, you can produce the music and I will fund it, you'll become a manager."
Why was Griffin so convincing?
I liked the idea. A lot.
"But how am I going to audition females or bands?"
"Well, I'll let you do it at Rocque Records tomorrow and I'll put the word out in the media."
"Isn't that a little short notice?"
"Yeah, but don't worry Echo. People will turn up."
"Okay."
"Then, why don't you work with them and get to know them and by the end of the week take them or her to that leaving party you said there was for Logan? Let them or her get to know people at the Palm Woods because that is where they, she or even he will have to be."
"Dad, you're really convincing…it's frustrating."
"I just want what's best for you."
Thank God it was short notice. The whole auditions got blew up in the media to something amazing and there were loads of people that turned up. Fucking. Loads.
It's got to be at least near 1000. A range of people, I felt like I was just on American Idol or something. Some people couldn't sing whatsoever while others had amazing voices. A lot of the people were male and even though I wasn't looking for a male singer a lot of them could sing and were extremely good looking. There were many bands as well, it seemed like the standard was high and the people that didn't reach it really wasn't worth the hassle.
I was thankful Kelly was with me, told the audtionees to come in and sat with me through the audition. She told me all about their profile and the form they filled out, she told me this was exactly how Big Time Rush were formed.
I had begun to hate my life; seriously. I don't know how many auditions I had gone through but I knew it was far, far too many. My brain was mush and I felt fatigued and completely exhausted.
No one had caught my eye; some were terrible –so bad I contemplated suicide- others were too perfect. In all honesty I didn't know what I wanted.
Then, after the torment and misery of the whole day, at 8pm my prayer was answered.
She walked in and I was instantly interested.
To say she was beautiful was a complete understatement.
She walked in just simple dark blue skinny jeans and a black strappy top but you could see she had a definite figure underneath it. She had curled blonde hair that fell in a pretty mess around her oval shaped face and ended just over her bust. She had pouty, bright red lips, sparkling green eyes and a small nose. She seemed shy and reserved which was clearly just nerves presenting itself. She constantly bit her lip or ran her hand through her hair as she walked in with a guitar case.
Her blonde hair and dark green –almost brown in a darkish shade- eyes kinda reminded me of Jo…oh, that's not a nice thought.
As she placed the guitar case down, my eyes caught onto her hands and how they were slightly shaking. I could barely hear the deep breath she took to spur herself on before she looked up to us.
Please sing well! I don't think I can manage going through anymore weird auditions.
"Hi…ugh, I'm the last person to audition-I mean, not that I think I'm the last person and all-well I am, it's just that there's no one else outside-well, not outside, but in the hallway." She stuttered over her speech constantly.
"Hello there." Kelly beamed at her, "what's your name?" She asked even though she had the girl's paper of information in front of her.
"Skylar, Skylar-ann- I mean my name isn't Skylar-ann it's Skylar Ann- Ann's my surname." She said as she tucked her hair behind her left ear, averting her eyes as soon as she looked me in the eyes.
Damn, this girl was a nervous wreck!
"Okay, Skylar, what are you going to be singing for us today?" Kelly asked brightly.
"Actually, I'm going to be singing one of Echo's songs; If I Die Young, I hope that's okay." She said quickly and quietly.
"Go ahead." I tried to give her an encouraging smile, but she just hid her eyes from making any real connection with neither Kelly nor me.
I watched as she picked up her guitar and licked her lips quickly before strumming her guitar like she had made the chord progression herself. She was definitely a master of the guitar.
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Her voice wasn't perfect. But then again, I didn't want perfection. She needed to work on the dynamics of her voice; but apart from that, I liked her.
Her voice wasn't the kind that would blow you away with how beautiful it was. It blew me away by how unique it sounded. Her voice was like Marmalade, you either love it or you hate it and I was definitely in love with her voice.
She sang so tenderly and with such passion and emotion that she'd be perfect as a recording artist.
Uh oh, uh oh
Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colours, oh well
Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had just enough time
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
The tenderness in her voice remained but a passion and strength took over as she held notes in her range perfectly, but something told me she could sing in a higher pitch than that, much higher.
"I think we've heard enough." I said before she could sing anymore. She blushed profusely and looked rejected almost that she was stopped.
She had lost herself in the music, she was a different person when she sang, she was even more beautiful but this time she was confident and at ease with what was going on.
"Skylar, just sit outside for a few seconds, I need to talk to Kelly about a few things." I said to her. Skylar nodded, promptly placing her guitar back in its case and scurrying out of the room.
Kelly looked at me. "You like her." It wasn't a question.
"She's so unique."
"She hasn't got the best voice we've heard today by far." Kelly pointed out truthfully.
"Yes, but I feel like she's so much more malleable than the other females that we've been interested in. And she doesn't seem like she's in it for money or fame, I think she's genuinely passionate about music. The way she sings is different and I like that, it's a perfect acoustic and indie voice that I want."
"But she's so shy..."
"She's mouldable as I've said. She's a completely different person when she sings, we just need to get that person out- not just when she sings. I think she can go far."
"There's no changing your mind."
"You know there isn't. She seems real, I know this may seem childish but I don't just want to work with someone, I want to know them, have a friendship with them."
"I understand."
"Tell me about her, before I go and talk to her." I said referring to the sheet of paper Kelly had in front of her.
"Well...She's 19 in a few months, she lives by herself, no siblings, parents live in Mexico and single." Kelly looked up at me. "You're going to have to put in a lot of work with her, if you want her to be as good you think she can be."
"I'm prepared for it and I think all that work will pay off."
"So it's decided, you want Skylar Ann."
I stood up. "I'll go talk to her now."
"Wait, Echo," I froze and turned to Kelly. "What's your plan of action now?"
"I'll take her into the studio today, let her familiarize herself with the place and then take her to the Palm Woods and get her a room there."
"What about her clothes and her personal stuff?"
"I was hoping you'd sort that out for me." I said sheepishly and smiled at her.
Kelly rolled her eyes but smiled. "Sure, I'll sort it out for you. I'll get on it now actually."
"Alright then," I said to her and turned, walking out the door into the hallway where Skylar was anxiously twiddling her thumbs on one of the luxurious, pristine white couches that Gustavo owns.
She looked up as soon as I walked out, she sighed in a rejected manner, something about the way I was looking at her made her automatically think that she hadn't got the job.
"I guess I'll be gone then. Thanks for your time, whoever you pick is one lucky person." She said, her gaze locked onto the floor like a scolded puppy as she stood up from the couch and picked up her guitar case, starting to walk down the hallway.
"Skylar, where are you going?" I asked her.
She turned and frowned at me in confusion. "Back to my apartment..."
"Why would you do that for?"
"...Because I live there...in my apartment...it's where all my stuff is-"She rambled on self-consciously.
"Could you possibly move out of your apartment? I think you're special Skylar, really special. I want to make you famous." I said to her, a grin appearing on my face as I watched her bewildered face transform to shock before a bright smile broke out upon her face.
"Wow-I mean, really? Not in that way- you like me- and not in that way either! You think I'm special? Well not special special, but hopeful?" She stuttered hopelessly, even when she was happy.
"Yes to all of those. I'm going to change your life, starting from now. Need to be in a hurry anywhere?"
"No of course not! Not that I blow people off, I have no plans- not that I'm antisocial or anything-"
"Skylar, calm down! I only asked if you had plans, not whether you socialize on a daily basis. Now, we've got a lot of work to do with you. I would say, wardrobe makeover, just jeans and a plain shirt thrown together like that won't get you very far, better hair care products, your hair seems frail –probably from all the worrying you go through- maybe a little less make-up, re-styling your hair, strengthen and work on the tonal areas of your voice and stop you from rambling will make you unstoppable on your way to fame." I said to her with a smirk. "You in for all of this?"
She nodded instantly. "Yes."
"Okay, we'll get all your physical aspects out of the way tomorrow. Today we're going to work on the tones of your voice, see the highest pitch your voice can go to, we're going to get to know each other, you're going to move into the Palm Woods and you're going to start to make friends and actually talk to people without stuttering on about nothing important. You'll get criticized so much along this journey you're about to take. You need to be confident in yourself and not let anyone get to you. But that doesn't mean be cold-hearted and horrible, it just means that once you've said something, don't carry on saying something else, got it?"
"Got it! Not in that way, it's just that I had got it all in my head...well not literally...oh, I'm doing it again, aren't I?" I nodded. "Sorry, I guess I'll have to work on that." She nodded to me, seemingly eager to learn.
"Alright then, let's start with you in the recording studio then, shall we?"
She nodded her head vigorously. "Please."
I nodded and motioned for her to follow me into the studio that was painfully familiar to me, but I ignored the slight twisting of my gut. She got into the booth and took her guitar out, put the strap over her shoulder.
"I think just for today, you'll sing If I Die Young once through and I won't stop you and after that, we'll work on raising the pitch of your voice and strengthening it and then you'll sing it again, sound good?"
She nodded eagerly. I pressed the record button in the studio –Kelly had already set it up and taught me how to use it- and watched as Skylar began to sing.
Once again, she seemed to change into a new person. Confident, passionate and almost sexy in the way her voice rasped just ever so slightly when she held a minor sounding note.
She clearly needs a confident boost, something that will make her stand out from the crowd and force her to be self-conscious but not something that's going to make her upset.
A makeover? That way I can start pushing her in the direction of style, showing her she can explore with what she wears instead of a plain top and jeans.
That was the perfect idea. I was going to show Skylar just how beautiful she really can be.
3 hours later, Skylar was astonished at how different she sounded when I played the second demo back.
"Wow, my voice sounds so much better- not that I was bad to begin with-not that I'm being cocky or anything..." She saw the look I was giving her and scratched the back of her head. "Sorry, I really have got to stop doing that." She sighed.
I just smiled at her, at least she was recognising she was doing it now and actually cutting herself off. "Skylar, I think it's about time we worked on your look." I said to her with a somewhat mischievous look.
"I thought that was tomorrow?" She cocked her head to the side like a little confused puppy.
"I've changed my mind." I shrugged nonchalantly and pulled my cell out.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Kelly. Do you think you could set Skylar up with a hairdressing appointment and a limo sent here?" I asked hopefully.
"When do you want her hair cut?"
"In about 15 minutes?"
"15 minutes? You have to make a 24 hour appointment beforehand!"
"Well...technically I'm a little famous so I know you can make it happen." I said sneakily to Kelly, I knew I had her there.
"Fine, a limo will be at the studio in 5 minutes and will take you to the hairdressing, let me guess she also needs a wardrobe makeover?" Kelly asked.
"Yup! Glad you know these things, Kel." I grinned to the cell.
"Well aren't you lucky that the guy who's doing Skylar's hair not only does celebrity hairstyles, he also does wardrobe stuff." Kelly said.
"We haven't finished the call yet how did you-"
"I'm an assistant, Echo, I'm always on the ball." She said snidely and I rolled my eyes.
"Alright, thanks Kelly. See you later." I said before hanging up on her and turning to a slightly confused looking Skylar.
"Haircut?" She questioned hesitantly.
"Yup, c'mon grab your guitar case and let's go." I told her ushering out the room.
"You know, I don't really have makeovers..." Skylar said into the silence as we sat in the limo, glancing around it like a child in a sweet shop.
"Well, you're in showbiz now and unfortunately you can't just have a voice, you have to have a look as well." I told her.
"I'm not sure I understand-not that I'm dumb or anything." She pressed her lips together to prevent her vomit more words out of her mouth.
She was learning.
"Stars these days not only have a unique voice, but they are notorious for their certain look. Now, tell me what you imagine of when I say some stars," she nodded, "Lady Gaga."
"Ga ga."
"Slipknot."
"Emo."
"Big Time Rush."
"Typical boy band."
"Green Day."
"Rockabilly."
"Now mostly you only say those adjectives because of what they wear. Lady Gaga isn't that much of a wacky person...well compared to her dress sense. Slipknot really aren't emo, their image just fits in with their music choice. The same with Big Time Rush and Green Day, I mean you wouldn't expect Green Day to be wearing chinos while up on stage because that's more of a boy band thing and they are a rock band. See where I'm coming from?"
"So your clothing style just ups up on the type of genre your music is?"
"Pretty much."
"Well what genre am I going to be?"
"Well, I was thinking indie but now I'm contemplating sexy, sophisticated and confident rock chick."
"But I'm none of those."
"That's why I'm making a compromise between the two and believe me, you will be. By the time this night is over, you won't be stuttering."
"But I've always stuttered when I'm nervous- not that I'm proud of it or anything, it just happens. I just ramble on...until I realize I should be quiet..." She trailed off.
"Well, you're going to be confident." I told her glancing over to see how nervous she was. She bit her lip, ran her hand through her hair and stared at the floor. "Look, I'm not going to change you into something that will make you cry. You may be uncomfortable but it will be a good uncomfortable, I know that makes no sense but you'll see what I mean."
"Surely there were better people than me who auditioned today, why pick me?"
"Because you're genuine and I see little parts of me in you from a few years ago."
"Really?" Her eyes widened and I nodded and smiled at her.
"Yes and listen to me when I say this Skylar. I'm not just your manager, agent whatever you want to call it, as cheesy as this sounds I'm your friend, your mentor. I'll be here when you have a problem. I want you to know you can tell me anything that's troubling you and I'll be here. Call me and I'll be at your side whatever time in the night." It was weird because I felt like she was going to grow as I cared and presented her with what she could be.
Kinda like I was her mother...don't think of that, Echo. It's only going to make you upset.
I shook myself out of my thoughts just as Skylar began speaking. "Wow, uh thank you. You know, Echo you're probably one of the nicest people I've met in my life-not that I mix with the wrong kind- not that I'm a goody two shoes- not that I have no friends either..."
I laughed lightly, "I think your opinion of me will change greatly soon enough." I said to her with a wicked smile.
"Miss. Kimberleigh, we're here." I heard the limo driver call out as the limo slowed and halted.
"Thanks," I called out to him and then I turned to Skylar. "C'mon, let's get you looking beautiful." The time was pushing 4pm and I wanted to be back at my house for 7pm so I could show Skylar to Griffin, Tracey and Asha. And then tomorrow we'd go get her settled into an apartment at the Palm Woods then go and work on her singing.
I wasn't really sure where we'd go though as Rocque Records is Gustavo's place.
Looks like I was going to have to butter up Griffin to get me a place for recording and producing, just something little.
I stepped out of the limo to see a massive glass and wood building with floor length windows as parts of walls.
Skylar stared up in awe at the building with her guitar case in one hand. When she finally came back down to Earth she began gnawing on her lip violently as I led her inside.
The whole place was deserted and as soon as we walked in to wooden flooring and posh, expensive, black furnishings the receptionist looked up at us, her bright auburn hair glinting in the light and she smiled at us.
"Hello Miss. Kimberleigh, here for your 4.50pm appointment?" She asked.
"Actually, it's not for me. It's for my friend here-"
"Skylar Ann, don't worry we know and Marco is fine with making her over, for you; he also said no fee."
"Really?" I arched my eyebrow in a pleasant surprise
"Yes. He should be down any minute, in fact he was so excited about you coming to him that he's cleared all of his appointments for the next two hours."
Wow, I must be more popular than I anticipated.
"Well I am truly flattered."
"Echo, darling! You're here!" I heard a thick German accent as Marco appeared around the corner. "How are you doing?" He asked as he approached me, looking clean in skin tight white jeans and a tight, black, sleeveless, graphic top that showed off his slight muscle definition well. He came over and kissed me on both cheeks with a bright smile.
"I'm doing well thanks, how are you?" I smiled to him after he stopped kissing my cheeks.
"I'm doing sehr (very) well thank you. Now is this the lucky lady we're going to make beautiful today?" Marco asked looking to Skylar who slightly shrunk back at being the centre of attention. Marco just smiled at her and kissed her on either cheek, Skylar blushed brightly.
"Yes, Marco this is Skylar." I nodded.
"Skylar, what a pretty name to fit a pretty girl. But ich (I) am going to make you into a beautiful woman, come let's get you sitting down." He said and pointed to a salon chair.
"You can leave your guitar case here." The receptionist chimed in as Skylar was about to follow Marco. Skylar nodded and placed the case down cautiously before following Marco to a chair. He helped her into one of those silky black salon gowns and sat her down in front of a salon station. I came up and sat on the chair at the station next to her, casually spectating what was going on.
"So tell me what you think of Skylar's look right now." I told Marco as he looked at Skylar in the mirror.
"Well, she has a very basic look. I think her hair colour is too much of a dark blonde for her skin tone. I think maybe she should go darker to contrast with her skin. Maybe schwartz (black) I think that would suit you. She's wearing too much make-up. She's too pretty to wear that much, I also think she needs a more daring dress sense that slightly shows off her nice, slightly pear-shaped figure." He said as he began to finger and thumb through her hair, checking the condition and the style it was in. Whenever Marco pronounced a word beginning with 'W' it sounded more like a 'V' but I thought it was cute.
"What colour do you want to go Skylar?" I asked her, looking at her in the mirror at her reflection.
"I didn't want to dye it," she admitted with a red face.
"Okay, well Marco you said black?"
"Ja (yes)." He nodded.
"Well I wanted Skylar's look to be more of a sexy, sophisticated rock chick and at times indie so I was thinking we go a daring colour."
"Like red?" Marco questioned and I shook my head.
"Too predictable, I want her to stand out from the crowd."
"Blending in is good." Skylar said nervously.
"What colour were you thinking of?"
"White."
"...Ugh that doesn't sound good..." Skylar said, her voice full of worry.
"I like it," Marco nodded as he examined her hair over. "Lucy." Marco called out.
"Yes, Marco?" The receptionist from earlier appeared next to Marco.
"I want you to get a full head or permanent dye ready for me."
"What colour?" She asked.
"White." Marco said to her, Lucy's eyebrows rose in surprise but she didn't say anything, just nodded before walking away. "Don't worry, Darling! Ich (I) am going to make you look amazing, trust me." Marco grinned at Skylar's face that was continuously getting paler and paler.
"Are you sure this is going to look good?" Skylar swallowed.
"Skylar, trust me when I say I know you'll look gorgeous and edgy. Just trust me." I said to her with a smile.
"But-I...you-me...white?" She stuttered.
"Here's the dye." Lucy passed the dark plastic black box to Marco and he nodded as a thanks.
"Are you ready?" Marco asked Skylar, her face was paler than the dye yet she nodded her hair nonetheless.
I just hoped she would see her trust pay off.
I'm out of sight, I'm out of mind
I'll do it all for you in time
And out of all these things I've done I think I love you better now
Lego House- Ed Sheeran
New Character alert!
So, we have a new OC; Skylar Ann!
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