Chapter 25
	
	The reason our make up and hair was being done in Charleston, as
opposed to New York was because the Boys were supposed to pick us up on
their way through. They were in Europe and their flight was planned to come in
that afternoon. A private jet was to take us up to New York, just in time for the
awards ceremony. 

       “Hi,” Shannon called out cheerfully as we neared her home. She lived
on the more affluent side of town with her lawyer husband and two
perfect kids. Shannon was a witch and had held a bunch of jobs before
falling in love with her husband and ceasing to work. 

	“Hey! How are you?” Whitney said hugging her.

	“Great. Now, let’s get this show on the road, those Backstreet Boys of
yours are going to be here in a few hours,” she said leading us through the
double wide oak doors. “First off, you girls need to change into the dresses
you’re going to wear, just so I can see what I need to do with you.

	We changed and returned to the basement where the mini-beauty salon
was set up.

	“Beautiful girls. I like those dresses a lot. You made those Bobbi?”

	“Yep. Thank you.”

	“Let’s get started. Whitney, you sit over there,” she said gesturing to a
huge, hunter green chair in the corner, “Bobbi you sit in this one.”

	I sat down in the hairdressers’ chair and looked in the mirror. I hoped
she could do something with the mess that hung from my scalp. About an hour
later my hair was a mass of curls, silver beads and bobby pins piled atop my
head. When Shannon was finished she twirled my chair around to show
Whitney.

	I had to laugh. While waiting, Whitney had fallen asleep in her big green
chair. 

	“Whitney,” I said tapping her shoulder.

	“Huh? I’m here. What?” she said waking up and looking around.
“Bobbi! That looks great! Shannon, please do something that cool with my
hair!”

	Shannon smiled at Whitney and gestured toward her chair, “Come on,
we’ll do something really nice with your hair.” Whitney’s hair was the same
cut, and color as mine. It was also just as wavy. The only major difference was
the thickness, my hair was thin, and didn’t make a very impressive ponytail
when pulled back, but Whitney’s hair was incredibly thick, making it much
harder to pull into an up do.

	I observed as Shannon worked her magic with Whitney’s hair, twisting,
pulling, curling and spraying away from her face. When she finally spun
Whitney around for me to take a look I was awestruck. 

	“Whitney!” I exclaimed, “You’re gorgeous!”

	“Thank ya much.”

	“Time for make up,” Shannon said brightly, she was obviously enjoying
what she did.

	“Alright, make me look good. Not like a vampire, they’re yucky,”
Whitney said laughing at me. I stuck my tongue out at her and folded my arms,
pretending to pout.

	“Let’s get going, both of you. You have about an hour before you need
to be at the airport,” Shannon said warningly, although still smiling.

	“Good for me, slap some of those sparkles on me and I’m good to go,” I
said reaching for the eye shadow.

	“Not so fast there missy. We’re doing this right. Sit back, and do as I tell
you… close your eyes… blink… go like this,” she said pursing her lips and
sucking her cheeks in, “Now go like dis,” she said finally having me blot the
lipstick on a Kleenex. “There, you’re done. Next…”

	Shannon finished us off and offered to drive us to the airport. We piled
in the back of the Lincoln as instructed and headed off through downtown just
in time.

Chapter 26

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