I finished straightening my black, corkscrew hair and put it up in a messy bun. I grabbed my cell phone from my nightstand and checked my makeup one last time before walking out the door.
I checked the calendar on my phone. Oh, @&*#, it's APRIL FOOL'S DAY... Time to straighten up the girls...
I glanced down at my phone again. ..and get the girls ready for the shoot today! Oh, no, the Special Guest Photoshoot! I wonder who is going to be the guest this year. Last year it was Johnny Depp...
I walked over to Ginnifer's room, andI hit the flimsy yellow door that belonged to Ginnifer's apartment hard with my fist. It punctured through the wood.
I heard feet slap on the floor on their way to open the door. Ginnifer opened the door. "What do you think you're doing?" she yelled.
"Sorry, Ginn. But, ya know, there's nothing that a little duct tape and staples can't fix!" I said.
Ginn looked me over. She growled. "Come in, come," she said.
I looked back at the door. I had made a hole in it that was about the size of my head. Guess my weight training is paying off.
But I hadn't forgotten what I had come in for. "Hey, Ginn, where are the other girls?"
"In my basement. I locked them in it."
I smiled, but quickly wiped it off of my face. Classic Ginnifer. "Ginn, get them out," I told her.
Ginnifer frowned. "Do I have to?"
"Yes," I said.
Ginnifer sighed and grabbed the keys that hung on a clip next to the door and ran down the stairs. Seconds later, she returned with Inder and Tracie.
"Guys, I need to tell you something, and I don't want you to freak...," I said. "Uh, we have the Special...Guest...Photoshoot..."
"Uh, huh...?" said Inder.
"Ergh, why did it have to be today? My hair is so uncontrollable today!" said Tracie.
"Your hair? My FACE!" yelled Ginnifer back at her.
I sighed and giggled. "Girls, you both look amazing, although, Tracie, you are kinda rocking a caveman style. No matter, though. I'll go get your clothes for the shoot. I'll be right back."
I shut Ginnifer's door and went down the elevator in the apartment building. I jumped in my razor blue car and drove across the two-acre parking lot to the Live Modeling Agency building, which was a twenty-story skyscraper. I walked in the door, signed in, and went up the elevator to the thirteenth floor. I pushed open the door to Room 45D, where the shoot would be held.
The second that I walked in the entrance on the right side of the room, someone else walked in the door on the other side. Actually, four someones. There, before my very eyes, were the special guests of this year's photoshoot- Calum Hood, Michael Clifford, Luke Hemmings, and Ashton Irwin.