“Picky would be better,” Jana replied, laughing. “You’re not giving me much to work with here.”
“Sorry, I don’t have a lot of experience with someone shopping for me.”
“That’s okay. We’ll figure it out. If you don’t want breakfast, though, you can get over to wardrobe first. Ready?”
“Yeah,” she replied and stood.
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Wardrobe was three women asking Dana to try on one thing after another while taking measurements, having her step into shoes, out of shoes, asking her questions about what she was most comfortable wearing, trying on bras and underwear, too, because there would be sex scenes, and then, taking a lot of photos, waving them around as the polaroids dried. They tacked them to a wall right next to Samara’s photos, and Dana watched as they compared and moved images around to see what looked good with Samara’s options.
After that, it was time for makeup, where they tried different products on her, took more photos, asked her to close and open her eyes, blot her lips, turn a certain way, and then get up, leave the trailer, and stand outside in the sun for more pictures there, too. Then, she was walked over to where they had some test lights set up, and dozens of photos later, apologizing for the pace, they brought her back to the trailer and did it all over again because they were behind schedule and her skin tone was very different from Vanessa’s, apparently.
Hair was up next, and the two stylists kind of stared at her for a while as if not knowing what to do with her brown,curly hair that she had pulled back. They took it down first, put it back up differently, combed it out, and tried a few more variations before they washed and dried it for her, straightened it, which only worked for so long because of the humidity, so it frizzed out on them, and they had to add more product to hold it down.
“Would you consider cutting your hair to a length that’s a little like Bryce’s?” one of them asked.
“Cutting it?”
“Yeah. I think it would look good on you. We can use the natural curl you have.”
“Oh. I guess. No one told me if they wanted me to do that.”
“It’s up to you, if it’s not in your contract that you have to, but I think it would work well. I actually think you could really pull it off.” The woman stood behind her and moved her hair a bit, trying to show her in the mirror what it would look like. “Yeah, badass.”
“Badass?” Dana asked.
“Definitely. If you let me do it now, we’ll get you out of here and be done soon.”
“Now? Cut itnow?” Dana’s heart started to race again. “You don’t want to check with anyone first?”
“Yeah, let me ask to be sure, but I think they’ll want it. Give me two minutes.”
That stylist walked out of the trailer, and Dana sat there with the other one looking on.
“She’s right, you know? You’re hot, if you don’t mind me saying, but you’d be crazy sexy with a shorter cut. It would really work with your jawline.”
“Why do I feel like y’all are getting me ready forThe Hunger Games?”
The other stylist laughed.
“They’re down,” the first stylist said as she walked back into the trailer. “Up to you, but they’re down. They asked me to do it later, though, because they need you in rehearsal now.”
“Oh, okay,” she said, standing quickly. “See you later.”
“You ready?” Jana asked, standing just outside the open door.
“You’re here? Uh… Yeah.”
“So, haircut or no haircut?” Jana asked as she motioned for her to walk with her.
“I have no idea,” she said.
What felt like only seconds later, Dana was standing in an alley they would be using for the scene where Bray would be taken in by the cops just for being in the same bar where a bunch of guys were fighting.
“We don’t have the bar for another hour, but we can rehearse out here for now,” Reed said and nodded to the back door of the bar they’d be using for some of the interior stuff.
“Okay,” Dana replied.
