【AWKWARD! AWKWARD! AWKWARD!】
Priscilla Hewer is a creative hairstylist. Well, she is definitely creative when it comes to design different hairstyles and sketch them down on paper. But no matter how dexterous her hands are, they seem to have a spectacular bond with her paperwork only. So, to clarify my point and to not intentionally query her profession, Priscilla’s competence and endowment in the hairdressing field is limited to design, and that’s why we call her a ‘hairstylist’ rather than a ‘hairdresser’.
My name is Erika, I am Priscilla’s so-called personal assistant and I just heard the biggest news of the year. Priscilla Hewer is invited to the annual national hairdressing festival—the K-Fev! I’ve got to admit that this is truly beyond belief! First of all, the K-Fev is a special party formally staged for the most renowned public figure in this career field. They are not only professional hairdresser but have achieved preeminent success, so only VIPs are allowed in. Secondly, Priscilla’s presence is just too hard to be noticed. She works in a forty years old vintage salon which was passed down from her grandparents’ generation and most of the customers who go there are either retired workers or demobilized soldiers! How is it possible that she is invited to the K-Fev? Do they even know her?!
Nevertheless, she decided to attend the festival and absurdly, she feels that this is completely normal and such condition which allows her to have the privilege to communicate with those eminent hairdressers does not scruple her at all! I guess she is just either too blunt or too confident.
Anyway here we are! Arriving at this fabulous festival! I cannot describe the ambiance here at this moment because I just feel too awkward and embarrassing and I desperately want to flee away. But Priscilla’s facial expression is literally the opposite of mine. This makes me feel even worse. “Hello ladies! May I ask for your I.D?” the porter politely stopped and asked us when we approached the doorway. I thought that this will be the moment for us to be skittle out the game since they are asking for identities! But the reality completely astounded me. After Priscilla and I showed our I.D, we are let inside! (Technically she is the only one allowed in but she insisted that I must go with her.)
Not long after we got in, several people approached to us one at a time with curiosity. When they asked for names, Priscilla happily and proudly enounced out her name! Unexpectedly, none of them raised any query! It wasn’t until a good looking young man suddenly called out Priscilla’s name that she finally had other facial expressions on her face. Priscilla is basically gawking at him now; her eyes are wide open and are filled with admiration and endearment. And this man, formally dressed in black suits, he has fair skin and smooth blond hair, his eyes are tinged in deep grey, and his face is beamed with smile. He’s such a handsome man! “Hello Priscilla Hewer,” the man speaks with dolce voice: “it’s been long since our last encounter.” And there’s a bit of incomprehensible tone. Priscilla then smiled back and greeted: “Well hello there! Sorry I don’t remember seeing you before.”She looks straight into his eyes. The man suddenly smiled, but it wasn’t very amiable, he then said: “of course you haven’t seen me before, my dear.” He smiled again and walked away. And this is the moment when I started to suspect some awkwardness, but I don’t know if Priscilla is aware of that, and honestly I cannot tell what is so awkward about this situation right now.
Priscilla Hewer is a creative hairstylist. Well, she is definitely creative when it comes to design different hairstyles and sketch them down on paper. But no matter how dexterous her hands are, they seem to have a spectacular bond with her paperwork only. So, to clarify my point and to not intentionally query her profession, Priscilla’s competence and endowment in the hairdressing field is limited to design, and that’s why we call her a ‘hairstylist’ rather than a ‘hairdresser’.
My name is Erika, I am Priscilla’s so-called personal assistant and I just heard the biggest news of the year. Priscilla Hewer is invited to the annual national hairdressing festival—the K-Fev! I’ve got to admit that this is truly beyond belief! First of all, the K-Fev is a special party formally staged for the most renowned public figure in this career field. They are not only professional hairdresser but have achieved preeminent success, so only VIPs are allowed in. Secondly, Priscilla’s presence is just too hard to be noticed. She works in a forty years old vintage salon which was passed down from her grandparents’ generation and most of the customers who go there are either retired workers or demobilized soldiers! How is it possible that she is invited to the K-Fev? Do they even know her?!
Nevertheless, she decided to attend the festival and absurdly, she feels that this is completely normal and such condition which allows her to have the privilege to communicate with those eminent hairdressers does not scruple her at all! I guess she is just either too blunt or too confident.
Anyway here we are! Arriving at this fabulous festival! I cannot describe the ambiance here at this moment because I just feel too awkward and embarrassing and I desperately want to flee away. But Priscilla’s facial expression is literally the opposite of mine. This makes me feel even worse. “Hello ladies! May I ask for your I.D?” the porter politely stopped and asked us when we approached the doorway. I thought that this will be the moment for us to be skittle out the game since they are asking for identities! But the reality completely astounded me. After Priscilla and I showed our I.D, we are let inside! (Technically she is the only one allowed in but she insisted that I must go with her.)
Not long after we got in, several people approached to us one at a time with curiosity. When they asked for names, Priscilla happily and proudly enounced out her name! Unexpectedly, none of them raised any query! It wasn’t until a good looking young man suddenly called out Priscilla’s name that she finally had other facial expressions on her face. Priscilla is basically gawking at him now; her eyes are wide open and are filled with admiration and endearment. And this man, formally dressed in black suits, he has fair skin and smooth blond hair, his eyes are tinged in deep grey, and his face is beamed with smile. He’s such a handsome man! “Hello Priscilla Hewer,” the man speaks with dolce voice: “it’s been long since our last encounter.” And there’s a bit of incomprehensible tone. Priscilla then smiled back and greeted: “Well hello there! Sorry I don’t remember seeing you before.”She looks straight into his eyes. The man suddenly smiled, but it wasn’t very amiable, he then said: “of course you haven’t seen me before, my dear.” He smiled again and walked away. And this is the moment when I started to suspect some awkwardness, but I don’t know if Priscilla is aware of that, and honestly I cannot tell what is so awkward about this situation right now.
