Y/f/a you favorite animal
Y/t/n = Your Twitter name
Y/n's POV
I woke up, the sun blooming through the windows of the hotel I was staying at.
I opened the window and felt the warm yet windy air on my body.
I left the window, going over to the bathroom and my feet transferred from the wood flooring to the cold, stone flooring of the bathroom.
I shivered at the sensation when my feet pressed against the floor and my immediate thought was to slip on the white poor- quality slippers the hotel provided.
I stepped into the bathroom once again and removed my pajamas not worrying about them being left scattered on the floor as I would clean them up after.
I went into the shower, turning it on and the cold water hit my body, I hastily changed the temperature to something that wouldn't make me freeze, holding the shower head over my hair so the water wetted my whole head.
After I had done that, I poured an once of shampoo onto my hand and ran it through my hair using my fingers.
The soap smelled of lavender, a fairly relaxing scent and for a moment I had actually forgotten the stressful day I had coming for me.
I massaged my scalp as I was shampooing it and I felt the bubbles forming as I did so.
After a little bit I finally rinsed the shampoo off of my head and reached for the body shampoo and the loofa that was next to it.
I first wetted the loofa and poured the shampoo onto it running it over my body.
I reached for the razor I had put in the shower and put some shaving foam onto my body.
Of course I didn't need to shave, and if I didn't no one had the right to tell me anything about it but I still decided on doing so in the end since I'd be wearing a dress.
I finally finished and rinsed the foam off, checking if I fucked up and left any cuts.
Thankfully my clumsy ass didn't fail this time and I felt grateful I wouldn't show up with bloody legs.(tw over)I ran the water over my whole body once again and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my wet body.
I also grabbed a smaller towel wrapping this one around my hair. I picked up my pajamas from the floor and threw them into the small bag I brought to put my dirty clothes in.
I then went to my closet to grab a pair of comfortable jeans and a shirt since I'd be getting dressed in the dressing room when I arrived at the studio.
The cold air hit my body as I removed the towel and put on my underwear and bra I had brought knowingly so that they would match.
I don't know why I wanted them to match really...it's wasn't like anyone would be seeing them.
I also did my make up and hair even though they had initially told me I'd get it done there, I refused and after a lot of persuasion I won the battle.
Hooray!!! I didn't do much makeup as it kind of annoyed me when I had on a lot.
I used some of the brownish colors on the one pallet I owned and did a small wing to finish it off before putting on mascara.
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