I hated things like this. This being getting a haircut. It was bad enough that Zac had been chewing gum during the last concert, but he just had to spit it across the stage. Now it's stuck in my hair. I don't know why Mercury Records made me come to some place like this to get it cut out. Mom could have. So now I'm sitting in a bright yellow waiting room, in a hair salon, in LA, impatiently WAITING for them to call my name. And I heard it. The most beautiful voice in the world said,"Taylor Hanson?" I got up not noticing the source of the voice, only following it's directions. I found myself sitting in a leather chair with a red piece of plastic wrapped tightly around my neck. Then the voice said,"Okay Mr. Taylor 'Superstar' Hanson. Any particular way you want this cut? Or should I say cut out?" I laughed and said,"Um, whatever?" Then the melodic laugh that made me look in the mirror and notice the source of the voice. A face that could only be called perfection. Mint green eyes, and chocolate brown hair, with honey-colored highlights on a body that in Ike's words,"Wouldn't stop if a train hit it." The possesser of perfection made a face and began snipping away.
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