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said.
"Who are you?"
"Stylist," the shorter man said.
"And assistant?" she asked. The tall one nodded. "Names are very old school, I suppose."
They both laughed, but didn't bother responding. Carrie's stomach curdled.
Dee stomped loudly out of her room, like her stomach wasn't bothering her at all. "There he is!" She came up to Carrie. "This creep was measuring me in bed just a few minutes ago. And when I kicked him out, someone came in with a camera, taking pictures! With yesterday's makeup still on!" She stomped her foot again, though she was standing still.
"We need clean slate photos," the assistant told Carrie, as though Dee weren't there. "See what the raw material looks like."
"Well then perhaps someone should have given Dee the opportunity to wash her face," Carrie said. "Where's the camera now?"
No one needed to answer that, because a second later a man with a shattered camera came running out of Sadie's room.
"That one's crazy!" the man yelled.
Meghan was following after Gerri, having clapped her awake. Gerri stalked across the main space toward Sadie's room. "You okay in there?" Gerri asked from the doorway.
"Just fine," Sadie said, appearing at Gerri's side. She wore a slinky silk robe, unfairly elegant for having just woken, and carried a small knife in her hand. "I took care of the pervert's camera."
"Good girl," Gerri said.
"No, bad girl!" Meghan snipped. "You are all in serious need of an attitude adjustment. There is too much to be done today. If you are not up for it, I assure you, we saved the alternate's phone numbers."
"Oh, really?" Carrie asked. "Is that a decision you get to make in your high-powered position, Meghan?”
Meghan clapped her hands. "Gather around ladies." They didn't. “Places everyone!” They shuffled closer. "Since none of you have read your schedules, we have to go over them. Now, Marcus and his team are here to get your measurements and such together so that he can work on your looks. Once he's finished, we have you moving on to your voice trainer, and once you're through there, it's on to meet your fight and dance choreographers in the afternoon. You will meet your personal fitness trainers tomorrow. No time to waste." She clapped. "If you don't wish to go through your day mistaken for the undead, I suggest hurrying."
Dee clapped in Meghan's face, proving to Carrie she was much more clever than she seemed, and bellowed, "CLOOOOOOTHES. We haven't been given any. STILL."
"What do you think Marcus is working on?"
"His tan? I don't care. I need clothes now ."
"You were told to bring clothes with you, to get you by for now," Meghan said. "You'll be given your new clothes when Willa has consulted with Marcus on how to market each of you. In the meantime, you will not be seen by the public."
Dee asked, "And where the hell is Queen B?"
WILLA
The debate on their first single was much worse than the debate on which girls to use, or whether to make a band at all. Suddenly, every one knew just how to market to teenagers and how to introduce a band of this kind to this demographic.
The dull drones thought the first song should basically say, sign up for the military . Like you could just tell teenagers what to do. She explained to her peers again and again that you couldn't do that; they had to give them an image, an example, without saying straight out, "Do this." They needed to make them envious, make the kids want to be the girls in the band. And that meant they needed an image of the band that managed to say, this is us, and we're better than other people, don't you want to see yourself in this picture? You need to model yourself after us, you need to do these things with your life.
The kids needed to think it was their own idea.
And that's how she dealt with her peers in the end, too. Adults like to think they're insusceptible to such manipulation, that they've always been much more clever than your average teen. They were wrong.
The song writer, Sonya, had
"Who are you?"
"Stylist," the shorter man said.
"And assistant?" she asked. The tall one nodded. "Names are very old school, I suppose."
They both laughed, but didn't bother responding. Carrie's stomach curdled.
Dee stomped loudly out of her room, like her stomach wasn't bothering her at all. "There he is!" She came up to Carrie. "This creep was measuring me in bed just a few minutes ago. And when I kicked him out, someone came in with a camera, taking pictures! With yesterday's makeup still on!" She stomped her foot again, though she was standing still.
"We need clean slate photos," the assistant told Carrie, as though Dee weren't there. "See what the raw material looks like."
"Well then perhaps someone should have given Dee the opportunity to wash her face," Carrie said. "Where's the camera now?"
No one needed to answer that, because a second later a man with a shattered camera came running out of Sadie's room.
"That one's crazy!" the man yelled.
Meghan was following after Gerri, having clapped her awake. Gerri stalked across the main space toward Sadie's room. "You okay in there?" Gerri asked from the doorway.
"Just fine," Sadie said, appearing at Gerri's side. She wore a slinky silk robe, unfairly elegant for having just woken, and carried a small knife in her hand. "I took care of the pervert's camera."
"Good girl," Gerri said.
"No, bad girl!" Meghan snipped. "You are all in serious need of an attitude adjustment. There is too much to be done today. If you are not up for it, I assure you, we saved the alternate's phone numbers."
"Oh, really?" Carrie asked. "Is that a decision you get to make in your high-powered position, Meghan?”
Meghan clapped her hands. "Gather around ladies." They didn't. “Places everyone!” They shuffled closer. "Since none of you have read your schedules, we have to go over them. Now, Marcus and his team are here to get your measurements and such together so that he can work on your looks. Once he's finished, we have you moving on to your voice trainer, and once you're through there, it's on to meet your fight and dance choreographers in the afternoon. You will meet your personal fitness trainers tomorrow. No time to waste." She clapped. "If you don't wish to go through your day mistaken for the undead, I suggest hurrying."
Dee clapped in Meghan's face, proving to Carrie she was much more clever than she seemed, and bellowed, "CLOOOOOOTHES. We haven't been given any. STILL."
"What do you think Marcus is working on?"
"His tan? I don't care. I need clothes now ."
"You were told to bring clothes with you, to get you by for now," Meghan said. "You'll be given your new clothes when Willa has consulted with Marcus on how to market each of you. In the meantime, you will not be seen by the public."
Dee asked, "And where the hell is Queen B?"
WILLA
The debate on their first single was much worse than the debate on which girls to use, or whether to make a band at all. Suddenly, every one knew just how to market to teenagers and how to introduce a band of this kind to this demographic.
The dull drones thought the first song should basically say, sign up for the military . Like you could just tell teenagers what to do. She explained to her peers again and again that you couldn't do that; they had to give them an image, an example, without saying straight out, "Do this." They needed to make them envious, make the kids want to be the girls in the band. And that meant they needed an image of the band that managed to say, this is us, and we're better than other people, don't you want to see yourself in this picture? You need to model yourself after us, you need to do these things with your life.
The kids needed to think it was their own idea.
And that's how she dealt with her peers in the end, too. Adults like to think they're insusceptible to such manipulation, that they've always been much more clever than your average teen. They were wrong.
The song writer, Sonya, had
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