It all started in 1987, when supermodel; Tatiana Thumbtzen is casted in Michael Jackson's music video, The Way You Make Me Feel. Is it really true to see your love at first sight?
As fame builds up for Tatiana leading into her having a singing car...
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" I mumble as Sheryl runs her hands through my hair.
"Calm down. I got this..." she giggles as she shampoo's my hair. "I'm really gonna miss the blonde though."
"Me too..." I mumble. "But I'm just changing it up for tour, I'll go back to it soon."
"It'll still look good...you'd look good bald."
"Just don't make me bald, Sheryl." I gulp as she laughs.
"Will you relax?" she laughs. "I know how to dye hair...my Aunt use to own a salon, and I learned a few things."
I open one eye, peeking at Sheryl's over the top wild blonde hair. "I see..." I mumble as she narrows her eyes at me. Sheryl and I decided to have a girls day, while Michael was gone doing interviews. I made a rash, scary decision to let her dye my hair....which I think I might regret.
"Keep playing and you'll have a receding hair line." she grunts as I bite my lip smiling, closing my eyes. "Does Michael know your doing this?"
"Nuh-uh...I wanted to surprise him. I don't think I've ever gone this dark with my hair before..." I say as she sits me up drying my hair.
"Well so far, I can honestly say it looks great." she grins. "Just wait until I style it."
I close my eyes saying a silent prayer, as she gets to work.
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"Holy shit..." I whisper staring in the mirror as I run a hand through my newly jet black hair. Sheryl sits back admiring her work. "This looks so good..."
"I know." she says shrugging giving a cocky grin, as she takes a sip of water.
"If I knew you could do this, I would've let you do my hair all the time." I say leaning forward as I stare at my hair in the mirror, playing with it.
"It's kinda scary though, because now you look like the female version of Michael." she laughs out sitting down in a chair. "But then again they always say when you're around someone, you morph into them."
I blush lightly. Michael and I didn't tell anyone that we were seeing each other, officially yet. Just because for now we enjoyed keeping it to ourselves, for now.
Suddenly the door opens as Greg and Ricky walk in.
"Hey Sheryl, Hey Michael.." Greg says absently sitting on the bed, as I roll my eyes.
"It's Tatiana..." Sheryl snickers as Greg and Ricky do a double take, his eyes widening.
"Holy--" Ricky looks me up and down. "Ya'll look like twins."
"Only difference is that back here..." Greg snickers looking at my butt, as I throw a brush in his direction.
"And we all know why its like that--" Ricky begins to say looking over at a smirking Greg.
