It's a girl wanting make-up for a last minute show at the Hilton Metropole Hotel in Birmingham. She's coming up from London and is in desperate need of a mua. Hmmm, I have nothing else on, okie doke I'm on it! All emails are at a halt.
Now the Scouse accent and the fact that her name was Rebecca had not clicked in my brain as to who it is. As I packed the wonder that is my Airbrush kit, an assortment of questions rush through my head. Who is it? Is she really famous? Shall I eat before I leave?
No idea. No idea. Yes.
Finally get to the hotel, trying to find out the room number, they wanted a surname. I get a text, 'Ferguson'. I repeat in my head, 'Rebecca Ferguson', shrug my shoulders and head towards the revolving doors and decide to simply wait until she arrives. My head ticks, Rebecca Ferguson, Rebecca Ferguson...O.M.G.
|L-R. Rebecca, myself|
I must admit primarily I was in slight shock, my first celeb! I felt super cool. Muwahaha here's to all the people who doubted I couldn't get anywhere with this job. I don't think I'd ever been proud of myself until that very moment. Ok, well enough about my emotional journey and more about Rebecca...
|Rebecca with Airbrush make-up|
Probably spent too much time talking, but oh well that's how we girls roll, you can't shut us up. My final words are that she is super-talented, down-to-earth and y'all need to watch out for her album dropping later this year because her voice is off the heezy.