Page 8 of Lucifer's Revenge
“I understand, I’ll talk to him about it.”
“Here,” Professor Tiggs said as he handed her several business cards. “Give these to your brother, and if need be, tell him to give one to the fire marshal. I will contact you, or your brother, however you prefer, to get out there and see the bar. Right now, I’m buried with mid-term exams for seven classes. Give me a couple of weeks and I can make it out there. I’ll discreetly ask around to see if there is anyone struggling to find a project. I can ask, David, my PA from that makeup class if he has heard any grumblings. Do you have any preferences, male or female?”
“No, but I don’t want anyone to come in and take over. I already told the guys that though these are my designs, the other artists may come up with something slightly different. They agreed that was fine, however, me and only me will work on Luc.” She flipped the pages to show the finished product of Lucifer.
“I totally agree, about you doing Lucifer, and being in charge of this project. We haven’t covered it in class yet, but there is a section about designing costumes to go with the makeup. Thisisn’t just about the makeup. I can picture how Lucifer’s horns will work, and they don’t have to be from molded clay.” He leaned in with a wink and a grin. “You’d be surprised what a few manipulated pool noodles can look like.”
“Really?”
“Yes, think about it, would your brother want to walk around in full makeup with some broken horns because they are too heavy to keep on his face, or a full set of horns made out of pool noodles.”
“Personally, I’d go with the pool noodles.” Starr laughed, then stared at him in shock.
“What is it?”
“Oh, I told the guys to draw up an NDA for the other artists to sign.”
“Why?”
“Because they will be working with a fully operational, fully LLC licensed, motorcycle club. It’s to protect everyone, that whatever club business they might overhear, won’t be able to be repeated, nor will it be used against them in any way.”
“I totally understand.” Professor Tiggs nodded. He stood and held out his hand. “Thank you for coming to me with this, I have a lot of ideas going through my head, however, I need to get through these mid-terms, then the finals in six weeks, then I can fully concentrate on my night course. I’m not saying it’s going to take me six weeks to go out to Hell’s Coffin to look around, but I would like to get these mid-terms out of the way first.”
“I understand,” Starr said and handed him a piece of paper. “That’s my contact information. I told Luc that I would be the go between with the two of you until you could get out there.”
“Good, good.”
“Oh, one more thing,” she said on a giggle as she flipped the book back to Luc’s normal picture. She pointed to his one furrowed brow. “See this?”
“Yes, what about it?”
“Everyone in the family, Mom, Dad, me, our grandparents, we all swear that Luc perfected that look while in the womb. Dad even said he was born with that scowl. I didn’t draw it any differently than normal. This is his everyday look.”
“Damn, that’s intimidating.”
“Yeah, but if you can get past his gruff gravelly voice, it sounds like his voice box went through a cement grinder, then he’s a great guy. I’m not saying that because he’s my brother, I’m saying it because it’s true.”
“Fair enough, I look forward to working with him.” They shook hands, and Starr left the meeting, doing a happy dance all the way down the hall and out to the parking lot to her car. Since she had been done with classes for the day, she headed back to her small apartment and started making different prosthetics with different mediums to see which ones would work better for what she wanted to accomplish when the time came. It wouldn’t hurt to have a couple of sets of the different materials, so she could change things on the fly if they ran into any problems.
Chapter 5
Starr looked up from her drawing when Professor Tiggs entered the classroom, and quickly shut the book. It had been three weeks since they had met for class because they had encountered a freak snowstorm that had shut everything down, and then Professor Tiggs has been out with the flu, so he had canceled classes. Thankfully, this class had absolutely nothing to do with her regular art degree from college, and she was still on track to graduate in a little over four weeks. Once that was done, Starr couldn’t wait to concentrate on her project for this class. She knew, deep in her soul, that it was going to be epic.
“First,” Professor Tiggs said when he set his briefcase down on his desk, loosened his tie, rolled up his sleeves, and leaned his hips against the desk. “Thank you for understanding about me being sick. I apologize for any inconvenience it might have caused you. Since this class has absolutely nothing to do with the local college art program, then I know for a fact that it didn’t hurt any of you that may be graduating next month.”
“But we didn’t do anything here for over three weeks,” Brenda, a student actually whined.
“Yeah, and you’re an adult, get over it. I’m not here to coddle to anyone. This class is strictly voluntary, if you’re butt hurt about not attending for three weeks, I’m sorry. I don’t control the weather, and I can’t control when I get sick from students that fail to take care of their own health because their mommies and daddies aren’t around to baby them.”
Starr covered her mouth to prevent her snicker from escaping, and she saw several others do the same thing. Brenda had a reputation in the class for being an entitled person, and she expected everything to be catered to her. In the first week,everyone learned to avoid her like the plague. When Brenda didn’t respond, but acted huffy, the Professor continued.
“Okay, it’s been six weeks since I gave all of you the assignment for Halloween, by the show of hands, let me know how many of you have come up with a concept?”
Starr immediately raised her hand, and out of the twenty-five students, including herself, she saw about ten hands go up.
“Good, good, I’ve talked to all ten of you already, and I agree with what you have planned. Now, the rest of you, do you need help coming up with a concept?”
“What if we can’t come up with anything?” Brenda asked.
