It doesn't take long time, before they are done with the examination. There was 25 people in group 3. We all got scores on the looks we had made.
Which was the result, that some became happier than others.
The scores was based on
1. How skilfully it was done.
2. How well the look fits the theme.
3. How well it compliments the model.
My score is 91 out of 100. I smile with the thought of my score. I think it's good enough to get me a chance to get the job.
'Hmm, I wonder what score Stella got. I hope she also got a fairly high score.'
I hum a song, while I begin walking towards the room, where the people from group 2 is.
I walk into the room, where Stella is. Stella is sitting over is a corner. I can see she is silently crying. Tears are slowly falling down.
I hurry over to her.
"What happened?" I look at her with a worried face.
"I finished the makeup on my model, but then while I collecting my makeup brushes. Someone tripped my model, and splashed water all over her on purpose!" She sobbed.
Then I see anger flash across her eyes, before she says.
"And then she sarcastically apologized, just to annoy me. Because I know she didn't mean to apology at all!"
After hearing Stella's explanation I got really angry. Ruthlessness flashed across my eyes.
Do they think, that they can bully my friend and get away with it?
Stella has always been my sunshine, for as long I can remember.
Every time I feel down, she will always be there for me. Sometimes she goes great lengths, just to make me happy again.
"Then what happened to the interview?" I looked on her with worried eyes.
She looks up with wet eyes.
"They scored me on that ruined look."
She tries to wipe her face free from tears, before she begins to talk again.
I can feel my lips begins curling downwards., while hearing her explanation.
"The examiners thought I was here to joke, and I didn't take the interview seriously! At least they did score me a bit fair."
I frustrated say.
"What?! What did you get?"
"A score at exactly 20, because there still was a little makeup, there wasn't ruined, and that makeup was done skillfully."
"Who was the person, there ruined the makeup on your model?" My eyes are cold while I ask her.
"I think her name was Sarah Parker. But Lydia, with a score of 20 I don't think, that I have a big chance to get the job."
She looked sorry at me, because the plan was to get the job together. Then we would travel around the world in the same makeup crew.
My only thought is, that it wasn't her fault.
I squeeze my fists and grits my teeth. After I have helped Stella, then I would need to find this Sarah Parker and teach her a lesson.
She needs to learn, that nobody messes with MY friend and get away with it.