A/N:
Thank you guys so much for reading my book! It has reached 7k reads and is #11 when you search up Block B in the discovery part lol. Love you Chingus!!
~Skye~
Saturday came quickly. As soon as I woke up, I had a massive headache. I tried my best to ignore it. The guys left to the studio early as always and Abrielle and I left to do our last photo shoot. We got dressed in matching gray sweat pants and a light blue sports bra with black slides. We get in the car and begin driving.
"Last day!" I said with a smile.
"Yea! And I wonder if Martha will get us on another magazine cover!"
I smiled as we pulled up to the studio. When we entered loud english music was playing and Martha was dancing. I put my hand over my mouth and my eyes become wide.
"Oh I think that I've found myself a cheerleader
She is always right there when I need her!
She walks like a model
She grants my wishes like a genie in a bottle
Yeah yeah
Cause I'm the wizard of love
And I got the magic wand
All these other girls are tempting
But I'm empty when you're gone!" She sings out.
Abrielle lets out a loud laugh that echoed throughout the studio. Martha jumps and turns around, face all red.
"When did you guys get here?!"
"Just now! Martha keep going! That was good!" Abrielle yells.
I hit her in the stomach and walk over to Martha. She straightens out her shirt and clears her throat.
"This way is where your outfits are."
"What's the theme?"
"MJ."
I freeze and scratch the back of my head. Abrielle pushes passed me and tackles Martha to the floor.
"MJ?! AS IN MICHAEL JACKSON?!"
"Yes! Now get off of me Abrielle!"
Martha pushed Abrielle off of her and stood up taking in a deep breath.
"So are we going to wear his outfits that he wore on stage?" I asked.
"Yes. But they are going to be a little more feminine. Like your outfit, Skye, is going to have the same pants that Michael Jackson wears but it's going to be like skinny jeans and you're wearing heels. Abrielles is going to have ripped up black skinny jeans with heels."
I nod as she hands us our outfits.
"Go get changed quickly."
I get in the changing room and change as quickly as possible. The outfit was a little confusing at first... Somehow I put the pants on backwards. I fixed them the right way and walked out. The hair dressers grab me by my arms and pull me over to a seat in front of a vanity. They begin straightening my hair as the makeup artist puts gold and black eyeshadow on me.
"Martha I'm gonna cry! Michael Jackson is my Queen! You don't understand!" Abrielle yelled as she was seated in a chair next to me.
"Don't cry. The makeup will run."
Martha walks over to the radio and puts a CD in. Then PYT starts. Abrielle screams and begins fanning her face with her hands.
"Miss Abrielle. We need you to stay still so we can finish your hair and makeup." One of the hair dressers said.
She soon calmed down. She would squeal here and there and hold her breath from excitement. When we were done we looked like we were reincarnations of Michael Jackson. To be honest, I was excited too. Abrielle and I are getting to be a feminine version of Michael Jackson to go in a magazine for hundreds of thousands of people to see. Who wouldn't be excited. The last thing we had to put on was one of those mic's that's attached to the side of your face by some magical force. Once it was on, Abrielle and I got in front of a white and gold background.
"Hello ladies. For this photo shoot you must be Michael Jackson. Facials, poses, whatever. It must be what you think Michael Jackson would do on stage. Got it?"
We both nod and he claps his hands about five times.
"Alright! Let's get it started!"
~Kyung~
"Naman ireongeoya? Nae mamman ireongeoya?
Na honja ggomjjak mathago irae
Neo jeongmal geureolkkeoya?"
I look over at Eun and he nods in approval.
"You can come out now. That was good."
I exit the recording room and Ji Ho enters. Once I was in and the headphones were on, the music started.
"This is our last song right?" Taeil asked.
"Yes. The other two are just instrumentals. You guys should finish this in about.. 3-4 days maybe?"
I sit down next to Pyo.
~Abrielle~
"Take 10!" Martha yells.
Skye collapsed to the floor as I ran around. Martha looked at me like I was completely crazy.
"You're not tired?" She asked.
"No! How could I be?! I wanna continue!"
Martha shoves a bottle of water in my hands along with a fast food bag. I look at the bag then back to her.
"I bought you guys lunch. Eat. You need to keep your energy up and rising."
I reach in the bag and pull out chicken fingers. My eyes light up and almost instantly I plopped on the floor and began eating. Martha placed Skye's bag on her stomach, since Skye was laying down, and placed a water bottle by her face.
"I want you girls to take your time while you're eating. I know you rush it sometimes but today instead of your usual 5 minutes you have 10."
Skye gets up and sits back down on the floor in front of me. She looks exhausted. There was beads of sweat dripping down her face, her makeup was practically dripping with it, and she was moving awfully slow.
"Are you okay Skye? You look a little pale."
"Yea I'm fine. Just a little dehydrated is all."
She moves her hand to the bottle and twists the cap off. Maybe she's just really hot under all of that... She should take it off for a while.
"I'm going into the bathroom for a while." Skye said as she stood up.
"Really? You didn't even touch your food yet..."
"Yes really. It's just a little nausea. Nothing serious."
She gets up and leaves. As I was sitting Thriller came on and my heart stopped. I laid back on the floor and continued eating. This is probably my favorite day out of all 4 of them. I get to do two things I love: model and listen to Michael Jackson. It feels like Heaven on Earth. Once I finished my food, I got up off of the floor and walked over to Martha. She had a big smile on her face.
"Hey Abrielle! How was the food?"
"Really good."
"Did Skye like hers?"
"She did eat... I think she's getting sick."
"Sick?! She can't get sick now! In a week we are going to Paris and we still have an hour to finish the shoot! Please tell me you're kidding."
I shake my head and sit on the nearest couch. Martha then walks off. Maybe she's going to look for Skye... I should probably tell her that she's in the bathroom.
"Martha!" I yelled as I ran after her.
