Amy rolled her eyes as she watched Miley give instructions to the girl who was styling her hair. If anyone walked into the salon, they would think Miley was a professional hairstylist or something.
"No. Not there. Yes, right there. Good. I look better from that angle," Miley explained as the girl parted one side of her hair and rolled it up with Brazilian rollers so that when she let down the hair, some of it would fall in curls and cover the right part of her face.
"Can you just let her do her job?" Amy asked, and Miley shook her head.
"No, I can't. I paying her to make me look irresistible so I have to get my money's worth. Don't I, sweetie?" Miley asked the hairstylist who giggled.
"Absolutely," the girl agreed, and Amy rolled her eyes.
"You are so annoying. If I were your stylist I would leave you to fix your hair yourself," Amy said, making both Miley and the stylists laugh.
