The Fifth One - PART 30. (FINISHED!)

‘What are we going to do todaaaaaay?’ Sergo asked when she was the next morning already and 10 o’clock downstairs. The evening before that Basty announced that they would be picked up at half past 10, one of their producers called. The boys had nodded, like they knew exactly where it was about, but no one told Sergo what it was.
‘Surprise,’ Javi had said secretly when she asked for it. Now Sergo tried again to make them tell it.
‘Come on now!,’ she said. Laughing Javi shook his head.
‘You’ll see it.’
‘Do I have to take something with me or what?’ she decided to ask. ‘Or wear anything special?’
‘No, no need to, you…’ Ony said.
‘And you better shut your mouth, before you tell her accidentally something,’ Javi laughed. ‘And you also don’t have to wear something special, we also don’t.’
‘Maybe you can put on your new shirt?’ Mikel said.
‘He, why?’ Ony asked amazed. Sergo looked at the black top she wore.
‘That looks so nice on her,’ Mikel smiled. Sergo looked shocked.
‘It’s not a photo shoot, isn’t it?’
‘No, just wait and see,’ Basty said. ‘Mikel, pour me also some tea!’
Sergo walked to the bathroom to put on her make-up. A minute afterwards she entered the bathroom, someone knocked on the door.
‘Come in,’ she said while she putted a strike eyeliner under her eye.
‘That is só not necessary,’ Ony said.
‘What, I always…’ Sergo started. One view in the mirror told her, that also Ony didn’t wore make-up, while he always had a bit on for stage things and so on.
‘Alright, what is going on now?’
‘Secret,’ Ony said and smiled.
‘Do you know how annoying you are!’ Sergo said.
‘Yes, but look again I the mirror… And do you want cheese or ham on your bread? We are making the lunch.’
‘Cheese,’ Sergo said. ‘But…’ too late Ony was already away. Whatever he said, after the eyeliner Sergo also putted some lip gloss and eye shadow on. After that she walked out of the bathroom and went to the other. There a bag with some bread was pushed in her hands.
‘Thanks, in the future I’ll smear it myself,’ she said.
‘No time, the car can every moment…’
A claxon sounded outside.
‘It even is there already,’ Javi finished his sentence and he pushed Sergo outside, after Mikel and Ony, while Basty closed their row. Carlos was the driver this time.
‘Are you going with us? Or what?’ Javi said while he stepped in the car next to Carlos. The car was for six persons. So there was enough space.
‘Yes, I wanna see what they make of my discovery,’ Carlos said and smiled to Sergo.
‘Sorry,’ she said.
‘Do you still don’t realize where we are going to?’
‘No, and it even gets more unclear every minute,’ Sergo admitted.
‘Well, let’s tell it than,’ Carlos said and smiled. ‘Who, boys?’
‘Ony, he is longing all morning for…’ Javi said, but he was interrupted by Ony.
‘We are going to a stylist,’ he said enthusiastically.
Sergo’s mouth fell open. And her eyes got big and she wasn’t capable to do anything for a while.
‘Wow,’ she said finally. ‘And what eh… does she exactly?’
‘Your hair, a treatment for your face, make-up, manicure, maybe a pedicure to celebrate you are in the group and on costs of the studio you’ll get totally brand new clothes.’
‘Cool!’ Sergo said. ‘Really amazing!’ she grabbed her cellphone and texted Pris.
I’m on my road to a stylist! How is it there? Nice dance lesson? Say hello from me to everyone! –x- Sergo
One minute later she already received a SMS back.
Wow, a stylist! We’re jealous. Here is fun. Tim now dances with a second grade
Sergo laughed when she read it. Last year she danced with Tim in the ballroom dance classes. The silverseason, the second course, she missed of course. That was a pity, because she loved dancing. But she did now also something incredibly amazing instead of that. They stopped in front of an house what looks like a normak house at the first sight. ‘Stylish’ stood in idyllic symbols next to the door. Carlos held the door open for them and they walked in. Curious Sergo looked around her…

A stylist!! Omg Sergo take me with youuuu!!
I can use a make-over hahah!
Great part!! Moooore

sooo great

Grreat part

Cool part. I wanna go to the stylist too.

Make over?

a stylist.... so fashionnnnnnn


great part Tet

thanks girls

OMG a make over = sooooo cool!

I want a make-over

I think I'm gonna cancel this

nope

yeep

NO F*CKING WAY!!

whyyyy?

TET I WARN YOU! DONT CANCEL IS OR ELSE ......

I won't come to any fanmeeting anymore!!

Keep this story! Now!

maybe I keep it not sure

keep this story...

listen to your fans

A woman who obviously has had a facelift was at the counter. Carlos walked to her.
‘The boys had a rendezvous at 11 o’clock, and Sergo here at a quarter before.’
‘Ok, sit down. She can walk with Lena,’ the woman said without leaving the monitor alone from her eyes. She mentioned vague to a girl who drank automate coffee out of a plastic cup.
‘Léna,’ she called the girl with her nagging voice. The é didn’t seemed to end fast.
‘Oh, alright, come with me,’ Lena said cheerful. ‘First time you come here?’
‘Yes, madam,’ Sergo answered.
‘You can say Lena, I’m not that old,’ and she wasn’t old, Sergo saw, she thought around 20 years. She had short blonde hair, wore soft make-up and looked sportive and she wore orange sneakers.
‘Your name doesn’t sound Spanish. Where do you come from?’
‘From Sweden,’ Sergo answered.
‘And you’re becoming singer? That man works at the studio, wasn’t it?’
‘Yes, Carlos is producer. He has a sort of discovered me.’
Sergo decided not to tell she was a part of D’NASH, because she didn’t knew how many the girl knew about that.
‘Exciting. I want that I can sing so good. However this work is also amazing, with this you meet new people all the time. Sit down,’ she pointed at a chair which looked like a hairdresser chair. Sergo sat down.
‘First your hair, do you want anything special? Or do you want me to make something nice of it?’ Lena asked.
‘If it doesn’t get too short… Not shorter than my shoulders,’ Sergo said. Lena nodded.
‘It’s some longer than shoulder length at the moment. I’m gonna try something,’ she said and sprayed Sergo’s hair wet with a sprayer and washed the mousse out.
‘I put some new highlights in and another haircut… Yes,’ she took a few tubes out of a little closet on the wall. ‘Do you want a surprise, or see what I do?’ she asked.
‘Oh, I’ll let it be a surprise,’ Sergo smiled and Lena shove a grey curtain in front of the mirror.
‘Good,’ she said and torn a few pieces of aluminium foil where she sprayed paint in and started putting it in Sergo’s hair, while Sergo thought of a story she was writing and during this time of waiting she was thinking of what would happen in it. After a while Lena washed the paint out again.
‘And copper glow…’ Lena mumbled and smeared new paint in Sergo’s hair. When also that was washed out again, Lena started with the scissor. Sergo saw that much hair landed on the ground and hoped Lena remembered that she didn’t wanted it shorter than shoulder length. Finally Lena sprayed some mousse on her hands and made Sergo’s hair more curly with it. After that she dried it and looked at the result.
‘Now your face,’ she said. ‘Or do you first want to look in the mirror?’
‘No, go ahead,’ Sergo said, while she felt curiosity burning inside of her to see it, but she wanted to see everything in one, when Lena finished it. The stylist took another tube.
‘A face mask. Cleans the skin and removes dead skin flakes. Besides it makes your face soft,’ she started smearing the green stuff on Sergo’s cheeks, forehead and chin.
‘You don’t have to epilate your eyebrows, they are good now, and if you start it you’ll always have to do it, so we leave that.’
Sergo nodded.
‘Good, cucumber on your eyes…’
Sergo smiled.
‘Don’t get any thoughts now, it’s for a fresh look,’ Lena said and smiled.
After a silence – of a quarter – because Sergo wasn’t allowed to move her face muscles while the mask dried. The cucumber was removed from her eyes and was the mask washed off her face.
‘Beuatiful,’ Lena declared. ‘Now the makeup.’
And she went on with foundation, eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow and much other crèmes and other stuff. Sergo now really started to get curious, but she cosed for getting a surprise so Lena didn’t allowed her a look in the mirror.
‘What is a surprise if it’s not a secret anymore?’ Lena asked while she smeared something on Sergo’s neck.
‘Now a less nice part, we are going to wax you.’
‘Never!’ Sergo said. ; I have a lady shave, I can manage this.’
‘Ok, than not, but wax is so much easier.’
‘Not for me.’
‘Than we skip this.’
‘Deal.’
‘Good, next part, the clothes,’ Lena said and took Sergo to a room that was totally filled with clothes in her size. From tutu’s and jeans to sexy tops and gothic dresses. Sergo looked around and actually wanted everything.
‘You’ll get something sexy,’ Lena decided when she saw Sergo’s face.
‘But sexy doesn’t fit me,’ Sergo said and thought at the time with the boys in the shop, but that clothes weren’t sexy.
‘Oh come on, don’t we want that boys can’t resist you?’ Lena laughed.
‘My voice should have to do that,’ Sergo mumbled.
‘Oh, come on, here try this,’ Lena said and showed her a purple top with glitter stones in the shape of a tear. In silver letters there stood ‘Cry For Me’ on. It an down in a point so that her navel was covered.
‘Am I not too fat for that?’ Sergo asked unsure.
‘Only the sides of your stomach are visible, so no,’ Lena said. ‘Come on, put it on!’
Sergo managed to get it on while Lena searched for jeans. Her choice fell on black skinny jeans.
‘That’s beautiful,’ Sergo said. ‘Do I get this for free?’
‘Yes,’ Lena smiled. ‘The record company pays everything, so you can take it with you.’
‘Wow,’ Sergo said and putted on the jeans.
‘Good,’ Lena judged. ‘Do you wear all that jewellery?’
‘Sure,’ Sergo smiled while she looked at her necklaces and rings. ‘I always wear them.’
‘I expected that,’ Lena said. ‘Though I have to say that I think that four necklaces is a bit too much.’
Sergo lifted up her shoulders and Lena grinned.
‘Alright, now shoes, and your nails,’ she looked around and came back with black suede boots.
‘Perfectly,’ she said. And Sergo changed her shoes to this boots.
‘Come, we’re gonna do your nails,’ the girl said and they walked back to another room and there Lena watched Sergo’s nails.
‘Beautiful, so black with gold,’ she said. ‘I like the stripe… What do you think of violet with dark purple?’
She took the colours and started working on Sergo’s nails. Sergo looked at the work, the woman took really care of it. And half an hour later when the last purple stripe was dried, Sergo cpuldn’t recognize her nails from fake nails.
‘So beautiful, how do you do that?’
‘Look good,’ Lena answered. ‘And some knowledge about how to do.’
‘Amazing,’ Sergo said.
‘Not too fast. We’ll see the result later. And now your feet.’
Sergo’s shoes went off again and her feet were scrubbed and smeared with a anti-stress crème. (‘on the stage your feet suffer the most’ Lena declared) The nails of her toes were cut and polished with the same polish as the dark purple stripes on her hand were done with.
‘Ready,’ Lena said when it was dried and Sergo again wore her shoes. Sergo stood up, now finally wanted to know how she looked. On that moment Mikel’s head looked around the door.
‘Found,’ he said confident when he saw Sergo’s shirt she first wore hanging over a chair, he came in.
‘Hey Mikel,’ Sergo said from his other side. He turned his head and stopped immediately.
‘Holy god…’ he said…

Oooooh you have no idea how jealous I am!! In a good way
Haaa wondering what Mikel is going to say more!!
And the other guys
Sergo looks like a superstaaaar

More!

‘Holy god…’ he said… `You look sooo freaking ugly!!!!!!!!´

you know what he's gonna say
not that

ooooh is that a good or a bad oh god?

is a good oh god
but patience till next week for what he's gonna say
I'm off to Switzerland tomorrow