I cried as I entered the salon and saw Angel’s annoyed expression. “Something came up that took longer than expected but I am here now. Let’s get beautiful!” She tried to stay cross with me but failed miserably. She told me not to be late again before launching into a monologue of how excited Chad was that the band were going to play a bigger venue tonight. I was aware of her animated chatter but I found that I couldn’t concentrate. I only realized how unsettled and unfocused I was when Tyler, my stylist, began to squeal and jump up and down, clapping his hands. Belatedly, I realized that I had unwittingly agreed to having my black hair streaked with blue - something that Tyler had been attempting to persuade me to do for months. Oh god! I didn’t have the energy to face him down and tell him that I hadn’t been listening and that I didn’t want to have blue hair so I just went with it. Damn the brandy - I knew not to drink spirits in the afternoon, especially on an empty stomach! But I knew that it wasn’t just down to the alcohol. I realized with some irritation that Lucas Hunter was still managing to affect me, even though I thought that I exorcised that phantom this afternoon. Damn him to hell!
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