perfect isn't easy but it's me

“Just a personal family friend, Sug’ . Now I can’t go handin’ out my secrets and have similar style choices.” She laughed. “I’m sure you could understand that.” That was true, but Lottie also just enjoyed having something to herself. And she wasn’t going to risk delays in her outfits. Daddy paid her very well, and she wasn’t under the pressure and over worked with too many designs to make. “It’s a little blush flash light that’s for sure. Keeps me lookin’ like a spring flower. Did ya’ come here with a special someone?” 

“You lucky duck, I wish I had such talented family friends.  I don’t think I know anyone who could make a dress even half as amazing as this one you’re wearing.  I do but I’m still very disappointed,” Georgette said sighing.  “A little blush flash light,” she repeated smiling.  “I like that.  You have quite a way with words.”  She sighed again and shook her head at the question.  “No unfortunately I didn’t.  I haven’t found anyone special enough to call my special someone.  Did you?”

“Thanks, Sug. Daddy had it made just for me on this special occasion.” She grinned fluffing up her curls. “Only one in the world, luckiest little star I ever did wear.” Looking towards the other she smiled brightly. “Well that makes two of us. Really always helps the blush pop on our cheeks!” 

“Oh wow that’s so cool.  I never thought to get a custom dress for a party like this.  Who made it?  I might want to use them if I make an appearance at the Tonys soon or you know for some other party.  I wouldn’t dare duplicate your dress but if they can make a masterpiece like this they must have some other fashion visions in their head,” Georgette replied grinning.  “Oh my god, really?  That’s too funny.  Yes it really does do a lot for blush.”

Lottie held her dress down as she waddled on over to fetch herself a drink. “Goodness this dress got me sweating like a sinner in church.” Laughing she let it go, hitting the poor woman beside her. “Oh! Sug’! I am so sorry. This dress got a mind of it’s own, and well you’re just as pink as it!”  || @pcrfectisnteasy​

Georgette had gone to get a drink when she was almost knocked off her feet by someone else’s dress.  She was about to complain until she saw how gorgeous the dress was.  “Oh wow that’s quite a dress.  I wish I had thought of wearing something as poofy as your dress.  I love it,” she said smiling.  “Oh thank you.  I figured why not go pink for Valentine’s?  It’s my favorite color.”

Being a stylist for people such as the Tremaine’s , attitude’s like the one before her was just water off her wings. “If I had left your side I would take that insult as constructive criticism.. I simply looked away to pick up a drink. You’re in my salon, remember that, please.” Looking over the hair she nodded. “We could always give you darker roots, high lights and low lights if you wanted just a refresh on the color.” 

“You weren’t paying attention anymore.  You were acting like you were on a break, having water,” Georgette said shaking her head.  “Shouldn’t the customer be your first priority?  You know wait until you’re in between customers to have a drink or I don’t know tell the customer you need a moment instead of just looking away to pick up a drink.  It was very rude.”  She crossed her arms trying very hard to keep the pout that wanted to come out.  “Darker roots?  I don’t know if I want to go darker.  I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.  I don’t think I want it darker, wouldn’t that make it less noticeable on stage?”

January felt it. The rush of people coming in after the New Year to aid in making a new them, and now she was feeling the rush of people trying to look their best for the holiday coming up… to catch the eyes of other. Nodding she took a small second, “Just… one moment.” Taking back as much Red Bull in one gulp as she could she took a deep breath. “Alright, sorry what was that again?” 

Georgette did not like to be kept waiting no matter what the circumstances were.  She could see there was a rush of people at the salon but she still found herself crossing her arms and stamping her foot as she waited for the woman to come back from her break.  She rolled her eyes at the woman.  “As I was saying before you so rudely left, I want a change.  Maybe make it a bit shorter or make it more blonde or just something a bit different.  I want the change to be noticeable but not too noticeable.  I don’t want to go a different color like brown or something, I need to still look me that’s essential.”

Summer wished she could some how explain the fact that her body literally felt like it was coming undone in this kind of weather, but she’d have to settle for people thinking that space heaters were enough. “Oh trust me, I basically bought Macy’s out of space heaters.” She sighed. “Well, Australia’s pretty great, but I unfortunately feel like New York won’t let go of me.”

“Well what about getting some nice fluffy thick sweaters?  Or getting some extra blankets?  Or have you ran out of space for that stuff?  Other than a hot drink I think I’m out of ideas if you’ve tried those and they haven’t helped,” Georgette replied shrugging not quite sure what else to suggest.  She wasn’t really used to trying to be helpful but she had made a resolution to try and be a bit less selfish this year.  “But Australia doesn’t have Broadway or Central Park or the thousand other things that make New York heaven.  Let me guess love is keeping you here.”

“Legit I’m gonna freeze my ass off. Remind me why I don’t just move back to Australia? It’s so fucking cold here.”

“Just invest in a good quality heater and only leave your house if you absolutely have to.  Have groceries delivered or food delivered if you don’t cook.  That’s my method of avoiding the cold winter,” Georgette replied shrugging at the question.  “Because despite the cold New York is still 100 times better than Australia.  Nowhere can compete with New York.”

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“Honestly, your shoes are to die for. Who are they, and why haven’t I seen them before? I’ve seen every shoe in Manhattan.”

“They’re um... gosh this is sad but I can’t remember off the top of my head,” Georgette said sighing and shaking her head.  “If you give me a moment I can take one off and check the label.  So are you just a shoe person or do you like all accessories?” she asked while slipping off one of her heels to read the label inside.  “They’re Cendrellion.  I guess you must have just overlooked a pair.  There’s always so many shoes when you go to stores I’m sure even the most trained eye misses one or two on occasion.”

Perfection is not just about control.  It’s about letting go.

“I will just don’t move and relax,” Phil reassures her before picking up the spider and brushes it off his hands. “There, no spider anymore.”

“It’s a lot easier to relax when you know there’s not a spider on you,” Georgette said squeezing her eyes tightly shut as he got rid of the spider for her.  “And you checked there aren’t anymore?  You made it sure it was just that one?  There aren’t any spider webs on me?”

“Don’t move and freak out, there’s a spider on your shirt…” Philip pointed out at the small critter crawling on the person’s shoulder unbeknownst to them.

“There’s a spider! Get it off, get it off, get it off!” Georgette shrieked doing the exact opposite of what he advised.  “Is it big?  Actually don’t tell me I don’t want to know.  Where is it?  Oh get rid of it please!”

“I know there are. I like to think a lot of them mean well but I also know a lot of them don’t.” Rosie shrugged with a small smile. “Really? People go even though they don’t like it? That’s so odd, but I guess if you’re trying to impress someone. Maybe I could find someone to go with. That might take the awkward edge off of it a bit.” She laughed and shook her head. “Well they had a bit more than that to twist on me but yes. It’s the most awful thing I’ve been through. Well second worse.”

“I’m sure they think they’re meaning well.  Either way at least the two of us came out alright,” Georgette replied.  “Yeah if the person is dating is really into it and they’re trying to impress them.  I know plenty of girls who have dated athletes but don’t care about sports.  You know trying to find things that you and your crush have in common,” she said.  “Oh well I’m sorry they got a hold of that information.”

“Well then, I’d say that we should get you that tour. I don’t want to disappoint a gorgeous woman.” He said, with a smile. And Chad didn’t often do that. So, he wasn’t about to start. “Simple is always good especially when it comes to personal questions. Though I assume there’s a lot you can find out on the internet.” He shrugged. “I’m glad to meet a fellow dog person.” Chad smiled. “Only child.” He nodded. “I don’t know what I would do if I weren’t a racer. I hope I never have to find out. Although, sometimes people who were racers and  have to stop become announcers or commentators.” He admitted. He thought about it for a few moments. “Love them. I think it’s got to be one of the harder jobs. I don’t think I could memorize all those lines, honestly. I’ve never really been to Broadway. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be open to trying it out.”

“That is music to my ears,” Georgette replied a huge smile appearing on her face.  “Well you can’t trust the internet about everything.  They get even the simplest things wrong like who you’re dating, or your eye color.  Not to mention how many times something on the internet says you’re pregnant or died when you very clearly aren’t or haven’t.”  She shook her head.  “Oh lucky you, I envy that so much.  I miss being an only child.”  She sighed.  “Hopefully you don’t.  It just seemed like an interesting question and a way to possibly learn about some hobbies.  Honestly, I don’t think I have any back up plans either.”  She smiled at his answer.  “Well you really do know all the right things to say.  To me memorizing lines seems as easy as breathing but I’m sure driving and racing seems that way to you.  Oh well we have to change that.  I’ll have to take you to a couple shows: first one we can watch together and then maybe after that one you can see one I’m in.”