I climb into my car, gently placing the dress bag in the back seat. I insert the keys into the ignition and start the engine before backing out of the parking lot. I slowly drive through the traffic, glancing at the stores along both sides of the street. I see a hair salon, and suddenly realize I never planned how I was going to fix my hair. I pull out the change from my pocket, and quickly pull by the sidewalk. I insert enough change into the parking meteor for an hour, just in case. I open the door to the hair salon and scan the room, only seeing nine customers. "Hi, do you have an appointment?" The lady behind the desk asks cheerfully as I approach the desk. "Oh, no I don't. Are there any open spots or cancelations?" I ask nervously. "Let me check," her eyes dart to the computer screen, scanning the appointments up and down. She places her finger on the screen, and draws her attention back to me. "Luckily, we have one open... Right this way," she smiles, and leads me back through the chairs and sinks lined in rows. She stops at the far end of the row, allowing me to sit in the chair before adjusting my seat. "I got this one," a high pitched voice calls from behind. "Okay," the lady gives a relieved sigh, and walks back to her position behind the front desk. The source of the high pitched voice is a young girl, probably either 16 or 17. She has bleach blonde hair, with bright blue eyes. She flashes a smile, and motions for me to sit up. She pulls up a seat, and plops onto it as she faces me. "Do you know how you would like your hair to be styled? Anything in particular?" I was kind of thinking just simply straightening it, but I wanted to try something new. "Just surprise me," she giggles, and I do too. "Okay," she smiles again and turns my chair so I'm no longer facing the mirror. My hair is naturally straight, so it won't be too hard to work with. I hear cords rattling behind me, and I am really anxious to see what she has planned.
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"Are you ready?" She asks excitedly. "Yeah," I barely whisper. I find myself smiling, without even seeing what it looks like yet. She slowly turns my chair, and I'm now facing the mirror. My hair is in loose curls, and the top part of my hair is pulled back. It looks amazing, even though it's so simple. "You look amazing," she whispers. "Thank you." I smile widely, and stand from the chair when she stops me. "Wait," she reaches onto the stand by the sink and grabs a can of hairspray. "Close your eyes," she demands. I close my eyes, and she sprays my hair, lifting each layer to spray every one. I walk toward the front desk and pull out the change that was placed in my pocket, and lay it on the desk. She rings up the total, and hands me the receipt. "Your appointment was paid by Brooke," she smiles and points to the same young lady who did my hair. "Thank you!" I smile and wave, then leave a tip on the desk. She smiles brightly and nods as I make my way for the door.
