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ear, and I slowly open my eyes and gaze at myself in the mirror. Wow! “Oh my god!” I’m shaking a little, trying not to cry and ruin my makeup. “You like it, huh?” Frankie stands beside me, crossing his arms.
    “Of course! I fucking love it!”
    I’m staring at myself in the mirror. My eyes are the very first things that get my attention. My sapphire blue eyes are all dolled up in this very intense, smoky look. I have these individual eye lash pieces on, making my eyes even more prominent.
    My full lips are painted this burlesque red color that make my teeth even more stunning. My thick walnut brown hair is blown out and full of soft waves. Kind of looks like a mix of “just fucked” hair and supermodel. I absolutely love it!
    I stand up from my chair and turn slowly, checking myself out in the full-length mirror. “Not too shabby.” I turn around quickly and see Matt. He’s smiling then takes a drink of his beer. “I just wanted to see how you were doing. But… If you look like that every time we perform, me and the other guys are gonna have to work double time keeping you safe.”
    I smile at his sentiment. He’s sweet. “Don’t worry, Matt. We don’t have Frankie with us on tour. And I sure as hell don’t know how to do all of this detail.” Frankie is now sitting on a stool off to the right of me, smiling. “Maybe Cinderella’s fairy godmother may join you.” He uses his fingers to air quote fairy.
    I go back to checking myself out once more in the mirror. I’m wearing this black leather strapless corset that hooks in the front and matching black leather mini shorts; it’s very edgy and normally something that I would never wear. These bloodred stilettos with metal spikes for heels add some color and even more edge to the outfit. It’s kind of funny that Frankie said I look like a rock goddess because now that’s how I feel, wearing this outfit. It’s like changing identity or something.
    I start pulling on my elbow-length leather gloves that have the finger parts cut out and turn to Matt. “Give me one more minute to finish my beer.”
    “Sure thing.” Matt winks and then nods at Frankie. “I’m gonna let Jay, the photographer, know we’re almost ready. Oh, and one more thing.” Frankie takes a couple steps closer to me. “You look absolutely beautiful. Don’t let anyone make you feel different.” He then walks out of the curtain. Why does Tristan come to my mind when Frankie said that? That’s probably because when I walk out of here, he’s going to shit! Actually, I kind of like that idea. Take that, motherfu— Stop it. I say to myself. I definitely have liquid courage going on. Breathe. It’s just some pictures. Okay, here I go!
    I pull open the heavy curtains, making sure not to make eye contact with Tristan. I start taking steps closer to the guys when I notice Lux is here. He’s right in the middle of a conversation with Jared and Cory before he stops mid-sentence. He’s staring at me with wide eyes. Suddenly I hear Roger say, “Damn, girl!” I glance over to my left and notice Roger standing there, wearing exactly the same thing he came in with: bike oil-stained jeans with an old, dark-colored Metallica shirt that he ripped the sleeves off himself. His shoulder-length, curly, light brown hair is pulled back tight into a low pony tail with a dark blue bandana on his head. Matt looks handsome, wearing a black suit with his dark undershirt unbuttoned at the top and pulled out from his pants. His dark hair is messed-up looking. Cory is wearing ripped, dark blue jeans and a white T-shirt. The tattoos on his arms and hands are all showing. His blonde hair is shaved close to his head. He’s got that Eminem thing going on a little. I peek over him and notice Jared. He’s wearing form-fitting black jeans with a leather jacket and a black and red shirt underneath. His dark hair is styled as if he was going out on the town or something.
    I’m starting to feel just a bit