‘You should’ve seen me when I got my first one! A good dose of anti-frizz serum and styling solution helps as well. I’ll show you after we eat.’
After the two girls finished up in the kitchen, with Freddy doing the washing and Janey drying, Freddy was as good as her word. She took Janey down the hall to her over-the-top double bedroom, which looked like something out of a Versace homewares catalogue, and ordered Janey to sit down at the huge 1930s dressing table covered in designer-label cosmetics and shopping bags.
‘Clean hair is a must,’ said Freddy knowledgeably, ‘and it goes without saying that you need the best thermal protection spray and anti-frizz serum you can find, like these ones.’ Freddy smeared solution out of some brightly coloured bottles all over Janey’s hair and then sectioned it into workable chunks, using ibis clips to keep each bit separate. ‘And a ghd styler is the only way to go, in my opinion,’ Freddy added. ‘Anything else just won’t give you the same results.’
Janey listened politely as Freddy twisted her hair into neat sections. As Freddy was doing her best to be friendly, Janey didn’t bother telling her that a ghd styler was something her pocket money had never stretched to, let alone the name brand serums Freddy was lavishly working into her hair from root to tip.
‘For sleek and straight, really concentrate on the front sections,’ Freddy continued, pulling her styling iron through one section of Janey’s hair at a time. ‘It’s all about initial impact. For BIG hair you need to work in volumiser and hairspray as well before you start styling each section away from your scalp. Finish with shine serum and there you have it.’ Freddy’s eyes met Janey’s in the mirror. ‘International hair like mine.’
She stared at Janey’s reflection. ‘Well, not exactly like mine. You’re right, your hair really is impossible.’
‘It won’t do what it’s told,’ Janey responded, smiling. ‘But it looks heaps better than it does usually. Thanks.’ She gave her hair a little shake and watched as it rippled about her shoulders. It would probably frizz up in about five seconds, but for a moment, she looked kind of hot .
‘It’s as bad as Mum’s hair,’ Freddy grinned in agreement. ‘I’m so happy I missed out on that unfortunate bit of the Gordon gene pool.’
Janey stiffened at the comment, trying not to appear hurt. Freddy could use a serious crash course at charm school , she thought, but she means well .
She refocused on her glossy new hairdo and found Freddy staring at her again in the mirror. ‘There’s a rave party tonight at the Circo Massimo,’ said Freddy. ‘The Circus Maximus to non-Italians. Everyone I know is going to be there and it kicks off at ten. Wanna come? It’ll be a blast . It’s probably not your bag . . .’
Janey tried not to look startled. ‘Uh,’ she replied. She’d never been to a dance party. None of her friends were into that scene back home, and even if they’d wanted to, their parents wouldn’t have let them anywhere near it! Sleepovers and pool parties were more their thing.
‘You know, a rave ,’ Freddy explained patiently, when Janey didn’t say yes immediately. ‘A big dance party with electronica, lights, dry ice, VJs, lasers, techno, happy hardcore, trance, Old Skool beats, drum ‘n’ bass, house. The Circus Maximus has got to be the best rave venue in the world. You can fit thousands of people into this huge space that used to be used by the ancient Romans for chariot racing. So do you want to come? It’s the biggest trip.’
‘Uh, yeah, I guess,’ said Janey, blinking, as the idea that she, Janey Gordon, would be going to a rave slowly sank in. ‘That sounds kind of fantastic.’
‘It will be wilder than you could ever imagine!’ said Freddy. ‘It’ll blow your little mind. There ’ll be at least five different arenas. It’ll be massive! My girls are meeting us there. Paolo can’t
After the two girls finished up in the kitchen, with Freddy doing the washing and Janey drying, Freddy was as good as her word. She took Janey down the hall to her over-the-top double bedroom, which looked like something out of a Versace homewares catalogue, and ordered Janey to sit down at the huge 1930s dressing table covered in designer-label cosmetics and shopping bags.
‘Clean hair is a must,’ said Freddy knowledgeably, ‘and it goes without saying that you need the best thermal protection spray and anti-frizz serum you can find, like these ones.’ Freddy smeared solution out of some brightly coloured bottles all over Janey’s hair and then sectioned it into workable chunks, using ibis clips to keep each bit separate. ‘And a ghd styler is the only way to go, in my opinion,’ Freddy added. ‘Anything else just won’t give you the same results.’
Janey listened politely as Freddy twisted her hair into neat sections. As Freddy was doing her best to be friendly, Janey didn’t bother telling her that a ghd styler was something her pocket money had never stretched to, let alone the name brand serums Freddy was lavishly working into her hair from root to tip.
‘For sleek and straight, really concentrate on the front sections,’ Freddy continued, pulling her styling iron through one section of Janey’s hair at a time. ‘It’s all about initial impact. For BIG hair you need to work in volumiser and hairspray as well before you start styling each section away from your scalp. Finish with shine serum and there you have it.’ Freddy’s eyes met Janey’s in the mirror. ‘International hair like mine.’
She stared at Janey’s reflection. ‘Well, not exactly like mine. You’re right, your hair really is impossible.’
‘It won’t do what it’s told,’ Janey responded, smiling. ‘But it looks heaps better than it does usually. Thanks.’ She gave her hair a little shake and watched as it rippled about her shoulders. It would probably frizz up in about five seconds, but for a moment, she looked kind of hot .
‘It’s as bad as Mum’s hair,’ Freddy grinned in agreement. ‘I’m so happy I missed out on that unfortunate bit of the Gordon gene pool.’
Janey stiffened at the comment, trying not to appear hurt. Freddy could use a serious crash course at charm school , she thought, but she means well .
She refocused on her glossy new hairdo and found Freddy staring at her again in the mirror. ‘There’s a rave party tonight at the Circo Massimo,’ said Freddy. ‘The Circus Maximus to non-Italians. Everyone I know is going to be there and it kicks off at ten. Wanna come? It’ll be a blast . It’s probably not your bag . . .’
Janey tried not to look startled. ‘Uh,’ she replied. She’d never been to a dance party. None of her friends were into that scene back home, and even if they’d wanted to, their parents wouldn’t have let them anywhere near it! Sleepovers and pool parties were more their thing.
‘You know, a rave ,’ Freddy explained patiently, when Janey didn’t say yes immediately. ‘A big dance party with electronica, lights, dry ice, VJs, lasers, techno, happy hardcore, trance, Old Skool beats, drum ‘n’ bass, house. The Circus Maximus has got to be the best rave venue in the world. You can fit thousands of people into this huge space that used to be used by the ancient Romans for chariot racing. So do you want to come? It’s the biggest trip.’
‘Uh, yeah, I guess,’ said Janey, blinking, as the idea that she, Janey Gordon, would be going to a rave slowly sank in. ‘That sounds kind of fantastic.’
‘It will be wilder than you could ever imagine!’ said Freddy. ‘It’ll blow your little mind. There ’ll be at least five different arenas. It’ll be massive! My girls are meeting us there. Paolo can’t
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