Sakura Application Part IV
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First Person
Mmmmn. Whoever said going out right after work and not coming back till dawn needs to die now. And the guy who invented coke and rum. Don't get me wrong, I mean it's really nice to throw back one or three, but yesterday (today..?) was a wrong decision in and of itself. It's seven right now, and I have to be on my way to the shoot in about thirty minutes... I'm technically ten minutes late. Whooo.
Besides that! I've been buying some of the new sets of toner and foundation. I'll be using some of them on the actors and actresses today to see how well it holds up in the lighting and such. They're supposed to be resilient and stay on through thick and thin, but I wonder how it'll work when body parts are smearing it all over the place and being sweat on. . . Not a nice thought, actually. These new ones cost eighty dollars a piece...
On another note! I've been talking to some scouts and it looks like I have a chance at making good with a debut- though, of course, they're all concerned with the fact that my breasts aren't as big as they would want. Oh the woes of looking like a teenager.
At least they're perky?
Third Person
((Again, sorry for the shortness. I'm running on empty with the imagination department; used up all the gas with the history part hah.))
Today was a bad day- and Sakura knew it was going to be as such. Even with leaving her apartment ten minutes early, she somehow managed to get to the set with only two minutes to spare. It was ridiculous, really. There had been some problem with one of the actors having an allergic reaction to the lotion they had used from before, and she had been given a call with that information. She ended up having to turn back and getting a different set of moisturizers which in turn caused her to be pushing the time limit today- like her coworkers would care to listen to her explanation.
"I went through the trouble of buying this stuff, so you better not be allergic to it." She was pouting at said actor, putting down her make-up case on the small work table. Sakura had to stop herself from grinning back at the male- quickly busying her hands with opening and arranging the different items. Men and their wily ways.
"Aw, Sakura, you can't even give me a smile back? You know you can't resist."
If only the statement wasn't true. It took all Sakura had to turn back with a raise of an eyebrow instead of a smile- which was much more harder than it looked. "Oh, it has nothing to do with resisting. It's more like your boyfriend glaring daggers at me," and she made point as to tap none too gently on an outstretched hand of his. "for the fact that you can't keep your hands off." A satisfied smile appeared at the mock look of hurt that crossed his features, but she only fluffed the curls at the end of her ponytail. "Serves you right. Now be a good boy and don't break out in hives with the new lotion; it was expensive.
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