entire time, added. “Hopefully we will see you later.”
His comments soothed Chandler’s nerves a little, but she was still reeling from all that had happened in the last few hours. She wondered how the rest of the day would unfold.
Chapter Six
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A phalanx of people rushed at Chandler all at once. Fortunately, Cash asked Peri to be there with her when the teams came through the door. First was hair: the very thing that Chandler did not want to fight over.
“Girl, you are already so beautiful. I just don’t know how we are going to improve on this!” Thomas ran his fingers through her thick, stick-straight, black hair. “This looks natural. Are you telling me you were ‘born this way’?” He laughed at his own reference. Chandler just rolled her eyes at him in amusement. She didn’t really know what to make of this man when he walked in the door and walked all the way around her before making a sound.
“Let’s see what we can do to enhance this gorgeous mane.” He flipped her hair over her shoulder.
“NO! I don’t want my hair cut unless it’s to trim the ends.”
“Oh, my sweet little one. I would never presume to cut these luscious locks! It’s just too beautiful. No, just a little snip off the ends, because your hair is about to undergo monumental stress in the next eight weeks, with all the washing and styling and products. I’m thrilled this is not color we are dealing with. What I would like to do is cut a few strands around your face just to frame it. Would you consider some to sweep to the side? With your eyes and this hair... just splendid.” Thomas was pawing through her hair making Chandler a little nervous as to what would happen if he did have scissors in his hand.
“How about letting us add some ultra-royal blue extensions? Under the stage lights, it would make you stand out a little. With all of that hunky man meat surrounding you onstage, you need something to entice the male species in the audience.” The way he wriggled at the mention of “male species” she knew his hot pink fingernails and flair for color were meant to appeal to the same team as her proposed blue extensions, and she couldn’t help but smile at his sassy shimmy as he envisioned how she was going to entice the male fan base.
“Sure, I’ve never tried extensions but different colors would be great. Who knows, maybe I’ll like it enough I’ll consider making them permanent.”
“Oh, bitches! Did you all hear that? She might be swayed to let us change her a little at a time. Let’s get this party started, shall we?”
Thomas sent people in different directions to procure the items he listed while talking to the make-up artist, Camille, who would be traveling with the band as well. She deferred to Thomas on the styling but would actually do the hair on the road. Chandler got the feeling she was going to have her own entourage before it was all over which made her giggle, something she rarely did in public. Her mother’s incessant scolding taught her that it wasn’t ladylike but she’d never been fawned over by so many people. It was rather thrilling to feel like “queen for a day.”
After the little snips of hair were trimmed from the bottom and a few makeup looks tried for day, stage and night time, Peri took her to several interesting new and used clothing stores. Austin was famous for all things vintage and clothing was one of them. Chandler had never shopped stores like that before. Her mother kept her D.C. clothes up-to-date, all of which were conservative skirts, sweater sets, and typical political family attire. The clothes she brought from NYC came from mostly conservative designer stores since her mother was always with her when she actually shopped for clothes. Chandler had never been a clothes hound so she usually just wore what was in her closet without much thought or enthusiasm.
“OK, so you are going to need stage clothes, meet-and-greet clothes, and comfy