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drive me to the production
studio, and was dressed up in a sexy sky-blue mini skirt with a matching halter
top that hugged her curves and showed off plenty of her beautiful mocha skin. Her
long curly hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and her makeup was
relatively light for her, although still heavier than what most people tended
to wear. Still, she looked gorgeous and I knew she wouldn’t be single for long.
We drove across town in record time in Shawnee’s beat-up
Mustang, both feeling happy and excited to be entering a real commercial
production studio lot. We rolled up slowly to the gate and I handed my photo ID
to the guard. He was a middle-aged man with a mustache and a bit of a beer gut.
He checked his list and nodded when he saw my name then turned to Shawnee and
asked for her ID too. Her name obviously wasn’t there and we waited nervously
while the security guard called someone on the phone.
“Okay, you’re clear. Proceed to building 4A,” the
guard nodded and we both sighed with relief and then started giggling
uncontrollably. The guard rolled his eyes and shook his head, and I got the
feeling he’d seen that same kind of reaction from hundreds of other girls just
like us.
“There it is; 4A!” I shouted out and pointed when I
saw the building we wanted. Shawnee found a parking space located relatively close
by and we both checked our hair and straightened our clothes nervously before
walking across the lot and into the studio building.
“I’m Avery Phillips. I’m here for the cologne
commercial shoot,” I said to the first person I saw when I walked in the door,
a man in a blue security guard uniform. I hated the way my voice trembled, but
I just couldn’t help it. Far different than the parts I’d had as a voiceless
background extra whose face probably wouldn’t even make it on film, today I was
going to be speaking on camera and soon the entire nation would hear my voice
and see my face. It was enough to make me nauseous if I thought about it too
much, and yet absolutely thrilling too.
“Welcome Miss Phillips. You’re right on time. Did you
have any trouble finding the place?” the security guard said with a congenial
smile as he checked my ID.
“No, none at all. This is my roommate Shawnee. She
drove me here today, is all right if she stays to watch?”
“Let me check.” Once again we were forced to wait
awkwardly while he called ahead and some anonymous authority mercifully granted
her permission to stay. We stifled squeals of delight as he nodded his head and
said, “Yep, you’re both cleared. Follow Sabrina, she’ll take you to hair and
makeup.”
A woman with gorgeous red hair and a friendly smile approached
us wearing a tight black dress and carrying an iPad. She led us to a room lined
with salon chairs, brightly lit mirrors, and endless boxes of beauty of
products.
“Hello, I’m Sabrina and I’ll be doing your hair and
makeup for the shoot today.”
Another young woman shook my hand and guided me to a
chair. She was tall and thin with intricate piercings and tattoos all over her
body. Despite her edgy appearance she was wearing a very expensive dress by Gucci
and treated me with nothing but professionalism and a friendly attitude.
Shawnee sat in an empty salon chair across from me
where she could watch and chatted happily with Sabrina while she worked. I was
too terrified to move my head for fear that I’d ruin the work she was doing, so
I kept as silent and still as possible.
“We’ll begin with hair. I see yours was just washed
which is excellent, so we’ll just give it some style. The director wants a very
sexy, wild look, but he still wants to be able to see your face clearly. So I’m
going to apply some heavy mouse to hold the style and then blow dry it back
away from your face and tease it out for a sexy look. Then I’ll give it a few
curls to keep it natural and carefree. It will be very sensual but chic; like a
tigress coming out of the
studio, and was dressed up in a sexy sky-blue mini skirt with a matching halter
top that hugged her curves and showed off plenty of her beautiful mocha skin. Her
long curly hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and her makeup was
relatively light for her, although still heavier than what most people tended
to wear. Still, she looked gorgeous and I knew she wouldn’t be single for long.
We drove across town in record time in Shawnee’s beat-up
Mustang, both feeling happy and excited to be entering a real commercial
production studio lot. We rolled up slowly to the gate and I handed my photo ID
to the guard. He was a middle-aged man with a mustache and a bit of a beer gut.
He checked his list and nodded when he saw my name then turned to Shawnee and
asked for her ID too. Her name obviously wasn’t there and we waited nervously
while the security guard called someone on the phone.
“Okay, you’re clear. Proceed to building 4A,” the
guard nodded and we both sighed with relief and then started giggling
uncontrollably. The guard rolled his eyes and shook his head, and I got the
feeling he’d seen that same kind of reaction from hundreds of other girls just
like us.
“There it is; 4A!” I shouted out and pointed when I
saw the building we wanted. Shawnee found a parking space located relatively close
by and we both checked our hair and straightened our clothes nervously before
walking across the lot and into the studio building.
“I’m Avery Phillips. I’m here for the cologne
commercial shoot,” I said to the first person I saw when I walked in the door,
a man in a blue security guard uniform. I hated the way my voice trembled, but
I just couldn’t help it. Far different than the parts I’d had as a voiceless
background extra whose face probably wouldn’t even make it on film, today I was
going to be speaking on camera and soon the entire nation would hear my voice
and see my face. It was enough to make me nauseous if I thought about it too
much, and yet absolutely thrilling too.
“Welcome Miss Phillips. You’re right on time. Did you
have any trouble finding the place?” the security guard said with a congenial
smile as he checked my ID.
“No, none at all. This is my roommate Shawnee. She
drove me here today, is all right if she stays to watch?”
“Let me check.” Once again we were forced to wait
awkwardly while he called ahead and some anonymous authority mercifully granted
her permission to stay. We stifled squeals of delight as he nodded his head and
said, “Yep, you’re both cleared. Follow Sabrina, she’ll take you to hair and
makeup.”
A woman with gorgeous red hair and a friendly smile approached
us wearing a tight black dress and carrying an iPad. She led us to a room lined
with salon chairs, brightly lit mirrors, and endless boxes of beauty of
products.
“Hello, I’m Sabrina and I’ll be doing your hair and
makeup for the shoot today.”
Another young woman shook my hand and guided me to a
chair. She was tall and thin with intricate piercings and tattoos all over her
body. Despite her edgy appearance she was wearing a very expensive dress by Gucci
and treated me with nothing but professionalism and a friendly attitude.
Shawnee sat in an empty salon chair across from me
where she could watch and chatted happily with Sabrina while she worked. I was
too terrified to move my head for fear that I’d ruin the work she was doing, so
I kept as silent and still as possible.
“We’ll begin with hair. I see yours was just washed
which is excellent, so we’ll just give it some style. The director wants a very
sexy, wild look, but he still wants to be able to see your face clearly. So I’m
going to apply some heavy mouse to hold the style and then blow dry it back
away from your face and tease it out for a sexy look. Then I’ll give it a few
curls to keep it natural and carefree. It will be very sensual but chic; like a
tigress coming out of the
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