"Stop by there," she said, "and ask if you can have a consultation with someone. If you like them, make an appointment."
After brunch last Monday, my friend and I were going to look at furniture when I noticed we were right by the downtown salon. I convinced her to stop in for a second. We went in, and before I had even asked about a consultation, Vidal Sassoon himself* walked up, gasped and said "You are the most beautiful blonde I have ever seen! You must let me do your hair!** And then! Then you must model for me. You will be my cover girl - my supermodel. Work it, girl!"
"Oh, Vidal,"*** I said, "of course I will! I would be honored to represent your work on the runways and in magazines! I'm a bit shy, though, but I will get over that for the joy of working with you."****
Then Vidal*** asked me to come back on Wednesday night for a runway show***** to show off his new gorgeous model.****** I went back and walked the runway through a flurry of flashes, the audience applauding me and cheering my name.*******
I waved at the crowd and took in their love.******** Then I slipped out the back door into my limo and drank champagne all the way home.*********
* A stylist named Ericka
** "Can I bleach your hair for my training? I would do it for free."
*** Ericka
**** "Uh, ok."
***** A training class
****** My platinum blonde hair to the new trainees from the uptown salon.
******* Sat in a chair while Ericka talked about how she made my hair the color it was. The trainees stared at me like I was a bug.
******** I tried to be funny, but no one paid any attention to me. (Their loss.)
********* Couldn't get out the front door because it was locked and had to wait for one of the trainees to let me out. Walked home in the rain.
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