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If there was a gift Kylie Daniels wished she could gift to the world, it would be the ability to pencil in a great pair of brows The woame was terrible She looked as if she’d Sharpied her thin black brows on in the dark while intoxicated and it overwhels she’d drawn at the end? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph

Not that Kylie was an expert on makeup, butwell, okay, she was An expert on ist, had worked with several singers and stage productions, and could ht brushes

And that hy she was sitting in the office of Dirty Dollar Records this lovely July afternoon, sweltering her large ass off as she waited to be called in for an audition A friend who styled hair for several celebrities hadfor a makeup artist as discreet, inventive, and ready to tour with his client Through a friend of a friend, Kylie had gotten the job interview and now sat, waiting, and hoped that her own ot in there

No one wanted to hire a fat makeup artist in LA, but they really, really didn’t want to hire one if she looked like hell Makeup was Kylie’s calling card, after all She had to look daood at all ti for low-key and demure as one normally would for a job interview, she went all out Kylie wore a tight navy dress with a square sailor top and clinging black ht red heels The entire look was retro, and she’d curled half of her dyed blond hair into two fat sausage rolls that perched atop her head like a fortiesthe rest dance on her shoulders Her makeup was bold, too Her brows had been penciled into a sweeping line above eyes that were lined with a deep black eyeliner extended to a draht white to make her cat’s eyes pop Her lashes had been stacked with fake ones to create a thick fan She’d gone light on the blush to highlight the porcelain look of her skin and picked a dark, cherry red for her lips Two cherry earrings and a cherry-decorated necklace completed the ense to be the makeup artist for Daphne Petty, and Daphne Petty wasn’t exactly demure herself Known in e costuirl attitude, she looked like she’d be a lot of fun to go on tour with

Kylie hoped so, anyhow Anything had to be better than the diva she’d recently toured Asia with Chanteuse had insisted that her creear all white and not speak unless spoken to Kylie couldn’t wait to get away frootten the boot when she’d returned to the States because, as it had been explained, Chanteuse didn’t like that Kylie "didn’t take care with her appearance" and she felt it reflected poorly on her to have someone like that in her staff

AKA, your fat butt e her best to get over it After all, she questioned the sanity of someone who had a diamond-encrusted toilet seat that she took with her on tour

So here Kylie was, une for the best

"Miss Daniels?" a voice called, and Kylie got to her feet, her old-fashioned circular hatbox suitcase in hand

She sucked up her nervousness and straightened her clothing as she strode forward, then offered her hand to the frowningher voice cool and confident despite the look he was giving her This man was clearly conservative, but hopefully his client wouldn’t be

"Thank you for co," he said, and led her back into the office "I’m Mr Powers Please follow me"

She hefted her case of cos back her annoyance when he passed by the elevator and headed for the stairs instead Oh sure, take the fat chick in high heels carrying thirty pounds ofa little sweaty when they got to the top, then

Mr Powers’s office was on the fourth floor, so by the ti Not the look she wanted for her interview, but too late to do anything about it now Mr Powers hadn’t said a thing as he led her upstairs, but pointed her into a conference room and smiled politely

She entered it, set her case down on the table, and sat down on a chair, waiting Powers left and returned a minute later with a stack of papers and a pen "We ask that you please sign these non-disclosure agreements, Miss Daniels, as the label is extree"