“Natalie. Of course! In just a moment we’ll have your hair done and you’ll be ready to go to costume!”
Natalie nodded and kept her eyes closed. A second later, a thick mist covered her face as the makeup artist applied the setting spray. “We wouldn’t want your face to melt off on the stage,” she mused quietly, moving behind Natalie to tie her hair up.
Natalie’s knows twitched and she resisted the urge to itch at it. Don’t mess up the first step, don’t mess up...
“And ta-da! All ready to go!” The makeup artist exclaimed, prompting Natalie to open her eyes and look. It wasn’t glamorous like she dreamed it’d be, but it was a start. The makeup didn’t look half bad, anyway. She thanked the woman and moved to the next room, alternating between repeating her lines and repeating her slightly self-deprecating mantra.