Boy Band Games: Why Don't We Edition ✓

Chapter Thirty-nine

TO BE HONEST, I thought that the scariest encounter I ever had was when I was at the White House and a senator asked me a question during one of my father's meetings at the senate and instead of speaking into the microphone normally, I accidentally bumped into it and sent the metal contraption flying to the center of the room. The sound was mortifying, and everyone looked at me as if I was a lunatic. Yeah, not one of my best moments. However, everyone did laugh afterwards when they realized how much of a clutz I was.

Never did I think that another situation would beat that. But judging from the sickeningly eerie atmosphere inside this room, this just ranked first.

I was the last one in the room, after three hours of the crew members running around to get the fourteen girls ready, I was stuck in the corner sleeping. However, now that the fourteen girls were ready and are outside waiting at the lounge room, the three women that made up the wardrobe and makeup crew surrounded me while I was in my cosmetic chair. They all had their arms against their chests as though they were observing me with blank looks on their faces.

My eyes narrowed at their weird scrutiny, "This is weird." I voiced my thoughts out to them, only to get them out of their reverie.

The blonde one who looked like she was the head of the crew suddenly clapped her hands together and began barking orders at the two members, "Lina, get the dress rack and find something good. Ally, go heat up the curler and do this girl's hair. I'll do her makeup."

Then, in a flash, the three scattered off to their stations and I felt myself suddenly being pulled forward. The woman in charge gave me a small grin, "I'm Mae and I'll be doing your makeup today, Ms. Ryans."

I gave her a nod as she started shaking the bottle of primer before applying it to my face. There really wasn't anything I could do, after all, I already got reprimanded by Tyler three hours ago when I tried to escape this room.

For those of you who may be confused as to what this whole shenanigan is about, I'll go ahead and explain everything.

Yesterday, after we got our schedules, Jonah had oriented us about the activities for this week. Tuesday was awards night, Wednesday was for camping, Thursday was a radio guesting, and Friday was a surprise.

Tuesday, which so happens to be today, is the boys' awards night for the American Music Awards. And guess who the special guests are? If you guessed John Cena, you're wrong. Unfortunately, its us. Yay me. Kindly note the sarcasm; please, and thank you.  Apparently, we have to dress up for this event. While the girls' excitement was over the roof, I was just sulking for the whole day because I had to wear makeup... again. I swear if this show turns me into a girly girl I will smack the living flickity fluck out of Tyler.

"Do you think this would look good on her?" Lina, the one in charge of the wardrobe asked Mae who was busy doing my makeup. Since the room was surrounded by mirrors, I could see that she was holding up a yellow off shoulder cocktail dress that was a little too.. bright for my liking.

Mae saw my disgusted expression and then shook her head at Lina, "Oh no. That's too drag queen."

Lina nodded her head, "Okay, I'll just go find another one." She then went back to the dress rack and started flipping through dresses.

I saw Ally go behind me and gently tame my hair with a giant hairbrush. "Do you want soft curls or bombshell?"

I looked at her at the mirror with a cheeky smile, "I don't know what either of those are, so please do whatever you see fit."

She nodded at me with a smile and started to curl my hair. "I like you."

I narrowed my eyes at her with a questioning glance on my face, "What do you mean?"