she struts into the studio, everyone began to sweat and shake out of nervousness. she was confident, and quite honestly the most nasty, mean person they’ve ever met.

she sits down in the makeup chair and snaps her fingers, demanding a cup coffee, her assistant pushed up her glasses and ran to get her one.

you waited by the hair station, you weren’t intimidated by her and that bothered her that you were the only person who wasn’t scared shitless of her.