Page 9 of Lucifer's Revenge
“Then I suggest you get busy.” He shook his head, then sighed heavily. “Sorry, I’m still a little peaked from being ill for the last two weeks.” He bent his head, pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed heavily. When he looked up, Starr could see that he was sorry for his outburst. He looked around and when he saw Starr he pointed to her.
“Ms. King, may I use you as an example?”
“For?”
“For seeing if anyone would like to help you with your project.”
“Sure.”
“Come on down and get with David here to use the projector.” As she walked to the front, she did as told, and half-heartedly listened to him as he spoke to the others.
“Ms. King came to me roughly four, possibly five weeks ago with her project. It is going to be intense, and if it is pulled off correctly, it will be epic. Not only is she using this class and the skills she’s already learned, and about to learn, but she is using a real life situation to carry this out. She is going to need help.” He paused and looked at her with a raised brow.
“Four, five people?”
“Four for the makeup, two, possibly three for the set designs. Have you had a chance to go out to the location yet?” She didn’t want to reveal everything yet until her teacher was able to get help for her.
“Not yet. I have an appointment tomorrow to go out there physically. However, I have talked to Luc on the phone several times.”
“Good, then I’ll let you handle the set design aspect. I know I’m going to have to learn it eventually, but right now, I really, really want to concentrate on the make-up aspect. If you recall, I have twelve people to transform. I can’t do it all by myself.”
“I agree.” Professor Tiggs turned back to the class. “We’re about to hear from Ms. King on her concept of what she will be doing for this class, and why. If any of you that do not already have a concept approved by me, and would like to volunteer to be on Ms. King’s team, then there are a few things you need to know.”
“Like?” one of the other students called out.
“Ms. King is in charge of the makeup. Like she just said, she has twelve people to transform, and it is my understanding that once it’s done, then the people wearing the makeup will continue with a Halloween party at their establishment. You will be graded and judged on the work you do, the transformation, and I might as well let the cat out of the bag. I’m inviting several professionals from this industry to come to each and every one of your projects to judge your work.” He waited until the room calmed down, before he continued.
“It is my understanding that Ms. King’s project is two-fold. One will be the transformative makeup, the second will be transforming the actual structure for the party. I won’t go into any details at this time, because I have yet to work with the owner to get his vision. Once I have that, then everything should fall into place.” He looked at everyone, then looked over at Starrand David, when he saw they were almost ready, he turned back to the class.
“I’ve talked to the owner of the establishment personally, he couldn’t stress hard enough that Starr is in charge. When I asked him to clarify, he said that he didn’t want to talk to anyone but Starr about the designs. This is her baby, and he and his men voted on it, after that, his hands are washed until it gets closer to the party.” He looked at Starr with a quirked brow. “He seemed rather ornery about it.”
Starr snorted a laugh, “You have no idea. As I told you when we met in your office, I have received approval of my designs from the twelve people I drew them for. I did mention that if I brought in help, there might be some tweaks to the drawings, and they said that was fine, but they didn’t want to be made into anything else.”
“How is that fair?” Brenda asked loudly.
“What do you mean?”
“How can we do our own work based on someone else’s drawings?”
“You don’t have to base your work on Ms. King’s drawings.”
“But she just said...”
“No, she said the people who gave their approval agreed to her concept, and that someone else might draw it differently.”
“I still don’t understand.”
“Professor?” Starr asked, and pointed to the laptop. “If I may?”
“Take it,” he said, and walked over to sit at one of the desks.
“Okay, as I mentioned I have twelve men to transform. There are four people that I will not share. No questions asked, if you want to be on my team, that’s the number one rule, and it’s coming from the boss. If you try to muscle your way into working with these four particular people, you will not only be kicked offmyteam, but you will be kicked out of the establishment and barred for life. That’s coming from the owner.”
“Who do they think they are?” Brenda asked with a sneer.
“The members of Hell’s Coffin motorcycle club,” Starr said with confidence, and watched the expressions of everyone in the class. She saw varying degrees of respect, admiration, and fear. When Brenda scoffed, Starr stared her down, with her arms crossed over her stomach. “The president of the club is my brother. I grew up with the four people I mentioned. I’ve known them my entire life, while I’ve known the others for the last five or more years. But these four aremymakeup transformations.” She nodded to David, and they all watched as the transformations were made on paper. As they went through them slowly, she explained how the men had agreed to the design, then how someone who took over wanted to change anything, they could, however, just not the character chosen.
“I don’t understand,” Brenda said, and Starr exchanged eye rolls with Professor Tiggs.
