Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33964026-20171216184834/@comment-26874253-20171224075126

((Sorry for being late!))

Amy Pousa tapped her hoof on the tiled floor, both out of impatiece and nervousness. She still couldn't believe she'd gotten herself into this whole situation, however exciting and fabulous it was. She wasn't exactly "famous" like everyone else around this place. Sometimes she just let her ridiculous confidence get away from herself, especially when it came to signing up for things that she didn't grasp the full scale of. She tried to still her leg, not wanting the "clip-clop" noise to get on anyone's nerves. She was waiting her turn for a makeover. That was fun, right? No need to worry about tripping on her way down the red carpet just yet. She just hoped she didn't accidentally end up burning anyone with her hair. Was that a sure-fire way to get kicked off of the show? She probably should have read that rules and regulations document a little more closely.

She looked up when the two makeup artists announced that they were ready for their next client. She had to admit that they'd made the first girl, Briar, look absolutely fangtastic.