Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

                I got out of bed an hour earlier than my alarm the next day. I got ready a half hour before my team even showed up to get me. I managed to drink two cups of coffee and felt like I was bouncing off the walls when they did show up. Maybe I need to lay off the caffeine. I can’t help it though because today I am getting my new look. I have no idea what they even plan on doing to me except they said it needs to be completely different. They took me to my hairstylist’s salon downtown.

“Are you ready?” Kendra asked me.

I nodded, “I think so.”

“It’s okay,” Kendra smiled, “you’re going to look fabulous.”

                They put color in my hair first but Kendra kept it a secret so I had no idea what color it was. I tried to ask for answers while I waited for the color to sink in, but got no luck. I didn’t see it until they washed the color out and started to cut it. They turned my hair a few shades darker than it was before and cut my hair short so it was an inch or two above my shoulders. It looked… different. I think I like it though. I’ve never had the courage to change my hair before. I should have done it sooner. We took pictures throughout the whole process and took another group picture when my hair was finished. They took me to my make-up artist’s shop next. She closed the shop for the day specifically for me which was a weird experience. She gave me an entire bag of make-up I have to start using and even showed me how to use all the make-up she gave me. Of course we took another picture when we finished that too.

                I said goodbye to a couple of them when we finished so I could continue on with my day with Kendra to go shopping for a new wardrobe. I thought a lot on the way to the stores. I realized that this is my fresh start. My fresh start wasn’t moving into the city. My fresh start started the day I signed the contract. My phone number is changed so I can cut whoever I want to out of my life. I have a new career to concentrate on. I have an entire new look and wardrobe to along with it too. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all. Lindy is clearly wrong because I’m not giving anything up; I’m only gaining things.

“This story,” Kendra explained, “Will be your new best friend. They have agreed to promote you as much as we want them to as long as you agree to wear their clothes.”

“In other words, my entire wardrobe is coming from here.”

Kendra smiled, “Exactly and you do not have a limit on this shopping trip. We want to get rid of everything in your closet.”

“Can I keep anything?”

“Sentimental things you cannot stand to get rid of are fine or your comfortable clothes you will be wearing around the house don’t need to be thrown out. The others will though.”

“Got it,” I nodded, “And I am perfectly okay with that.”

We walked over to a wall filled with different dresses. They were thousand dollar dresses or anything, but Kendra explained that I would need them for interviews and promotional events.

“How many should I get?” I asked her.

“As many as you’d like, but I prefer if you get at least 10 to start with.”

Ten? What kind of money does this record company have? Wow.

“I’m going to go talk with the owner,” she told me, “I’ll send a lady over to help you carry your things. You know your size so a dressing room will not be necessary; just get whatever you like.”

I nodded.

                Kendra walked off to find the owner leaving me in front of an entire wall of dresses. I have to admit a lot of these are really cute. None of them are my old style though, but I am guessing that is exactly why Kendra and the record label want me to shop here. I easily found five dresses I liked but it became harder and harder to get to ten. I realized I was being too picky. I am not supposed to be me I am supposed to be this new singer they’re expected. In the end I chose five other random dresses I found on the shelves. When I found something new I handed it to the lady Kendra found to help me. She held my things for me and kept them behind the counter. Nobody else was in the store so I am guessing Kendra probably closed the place for me. She joined shortly after the dresses were picked out.

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