MUSE

MUSE 1

NEW THINGS

"The first time I laid eyes on you
I couldn't help but stare.
Brand new, you captivated me,
Laid blissfully unaware..." -Ms. Moem

Michael

"Thank you for showing up today Mr. Jackson, come right this way." He exclaimed as he stood in the door way of the office lobby.

I smiled graciously at the young man before me. He looked to be around my age. I hurridly grabbed my rolling case and duffle bag and proceeded to meet him at the open door.

" Ok , so just some quick reminders... " , he quickly expressed while leading me to the room where I would try out.   "....BE COOL, AND BE CONFIDENT! He projected with theatre like enthusiasm. "She is very nice; hippieish to be exact. You have nothing to be intimidated by. Only use your organic and cruelty free products on her face. She has very sensitive skin and cannot afford any break outs. Believe I sent that memo out to all the candidates; you did pack your products that way right?" He turned tapping his index finger on his chin, as he looked to my bags I was carrying; then to my face.

"Yeah I received the memo. I made sure to only pack the products that made the cut."

He sighed gratefully as he held his chest.
"Oh thank Gaaaawhd! I've already had to deny a "try out" to one make up artists! They didn't pack the proper stuff! I hate that I had to do that!" He muttered, as he picked up his walking pace, while scrunching his face. His expression soured as if the words tasted of a bitter.

I furrowed my eyebrows thinking of how tough it is to deliver messages like that. "I believe you!" I agreed.

He nodded and continued to walk.
" OK! Now that thats out the way! To reiterate, conversation with her is ok. She actually encourages it! My suggestion would be to keep it light. I think she's kind of over everyone gawking about how big of a fan they are of hers." He adamantly expressed.

We both chuckled as we came to a stop outside this metallic door. "And we are here Mr. Jackson!" He turned to face me with his clipboard hugged to his chest.

"You have exactly an 1 hour and 45 min session to complete a make up and hair "stage ready" look. To be fair, her hair has already been washed and conditioned. It was left wet incase any molding or shaping needs to be done. I wish you the best of luck!" He semi bowed in a polite gesture, and continued to speak; not giving me a chance to respond to his well wishes.

"I will be back promptly at the end of the session, so cleaning as you work is encouraged. Your start time will be exactly 5 mins after you enter the room. Its 2 pm right now so your clock will start at 2:06 and your end time will be 3:51. Again, I wish you the best."

I nodded and smiled "Thank You!".

'I really want to correct him and say 2:05; but I assume he takes a liking to me and gave me an extra minute. I really don't know, but I'll just go with it.' I internally reasoned.

He then turned to knock on the door and open it blocking my view.

"Hey lovie!" He said in an upbeat tempo . "This is Mr. Jackson!", he told her while slightly stepping over so she could make eye contact with me . When we locked eyes I gave her my best smile.