|The Positive Principle Show
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|The Positive Principle Show
In the first week we asked all of the participants to create a vision for their future. Anjelica wrote a fun and creative story about her vision for the future. We know that you will think it's really interesting too!
Here I am again working another dragging unbearable shift in the Cosmetic Department at Macy's. Rude customer after rude customer stocking drawers, wiping counters, and of course being at my managers beck and call. I can't wait until my hour break, its the little piece of heaven I get all day being here. As I help a customer the phone rings and rings and rings "Anjeliccaaaaaa!!!!!!" My manager yells "the phones not going to answer itself! Get it!" Of course I'm helping a costumer as she's laughing with her pals who are my co workers who are doing nothing at the moment. I go to answer the phone and it continues to ring and ring and ring and she continues to scream my name "Anjelicaaaa". I scream "ahhhhhhh!!!!!." As I scream, I wake up to realize it's my alarm going off and my assistant waking me up. "Anjelica, come on boss, we have a long day ahead of us and plane to catch." As I come back to earth I realize I'm in the same luxury suite my client's manager and team hooked us all up with for the tour. Wow, that dream was vivid and a little too real for comfort. All of a sudden I feel terribly sick. I run to the bathroom like a firework was lit under my ass and -Yuck! I vomit. After a solid few minutes of puking my brains out my assistant comes to check on me. "You ok girl " she asks with a grin on her face. "Yeah just peachy" I reply. "I have your kit and luggage all set for you; I'm all packed and ready to go, just need to get Starbucks on the way; I already called for the taxi. You have 30 minutes before we have to go. The rest of the team is running late so you may have more time" she tells me. I quickly get myself off the floor from my exorcist moment to get ready and still feel nauseated. I stop and take a few deep breaths just like Max taught me and suddenly I feel better . I stop and think "yup Max is a genius." I start to get ready and as I'm brushing my teeth and frantically throwing makeup on, it dawns on me how lucky I am and begin to remember how I used to struggle in between gigs, if I was even lucky enough to get two gigs in a row. When I first started out I only had two of each brush that I needed to complete a makeover, so before the next day I would be up all night cleaning my brushes from the job before to get ready for the next day of work -Pshh now I have so many brushes I can build a house with them if I wanted and if I did run out of clean ones before the next day my assistant cleans them for me. That's the perks of working on one of the top R&B/Rap artists of the industry. Makeup companies send me brushes and products like they're going out of style. My assistant and three other people just got done helping me organize my walk-in makeup closet back at my beautiful home in LasVegas, if you can even call it a closet, it looks like a makeup store. Drawers and drawers of eyelashes, an entire wall of eye shadows attached to a magnetic wall with every color imaginable; looks like a rainbow in the sky on a sunny rainy day. Foundation palettes stacked on foundation palettes, so wide and tall against the next wall it looks like the Great Wall of China; and can't forget my personal favorite-the lipstick rack. Every color you can imagine color coordinated from lightest to darkest. It looks like makeup heaven.
"Anjelica 10 more minutes!" I hear my assistant yell up. I scurry to put on my clothes, grab my purse, and before I jet out the door I stop take a quick snap shot of the suite- it was beautiful! Huge gigantic wide open space fireplace, tall ceiling, elevator, hot tub, pool, and of course an amazing balcony view. You would think that after being all over the world with my job that a "typical" suite wouldn't impress me anymore, but that's the difference between most people and myself. I always appreciate beautiful surroundings no matter how many I've seen. Every time I see a new one or one I've seen a billion times before I always look at it like its its my first time seeing it. As I snap back to reality, I grab my kit and luggage; my assistant grabs hers and the taxi is here for us, so we're off.
On our way to the private plane we pull through Starbucks. She gets her usual Soy Venti and as I'm dying for my usual iced Caramel Macchiato with extra caramel and skim milk hmmmmm so good; I sigh with a little bit a disappointment and order a hot black green tea my second favorite drink. Everything down to a drink order needs to be changed I thought.
After a few more minutes of driving we finally arrive with the rest of the crew. We're all pooped from the concert the night before. I can I see my client still has her makeup on from last night and even after 10 hours of being under bright lights and binge drinking afterwards, it still looks on point. Usually I would yell at her because it's so bad for your face, but I can see why she kept it on for paparazzi shots from the hotel to here. Finally the pilot comes out and tells us we're ready to board and the next thing you know we're all on and off to Dubai. Usually this would be an amazing time to pass out but I can't - once I'm up I'm up- so while everyone else is zonked out, of course I'm thinking.
This is probably the fifth time I've been on a private plane, but I don't think it'll ever get old to me. Cushy leather seats that feel like you're sitting on a marshmallow, the fluffy perfect carpeted floors, the mini bar stocked with champagne and of course the wide open space you don't get a regular flight. Again the perks of being the personal makeup artist to a top music artist. Wow to even be able to think that thought and have it be my reality is crazy. If someone told me ten years ago all this would happen I would have laughed in their face. I really have had such a crazy life. I have assisted some the top makeup artists in the industry, worked with amazing photographers, and now I am a personal makeup artist to a girl you see every where- TV, magazines, billboards, social media, you name it and I did her makeup for it. I have my light pink Range Rover, the car I've always dreamed of with custom maid Louis Vuitton leather impressed seats and a beautiful newly built house on the outskirts of sin city Vegas, paid in full and finally finished. When a bill comes to my house, whether it's $100 or $1000, I have the money in the bank to pay for it. I have more money than I ever thought I'd have in my life. When nosey people or beauty bloggers ask how much I make a year I always reply, "My bank account number looks like a phone number that's all you have to know."
As I stare out the window of the private plane, it dawns on me this will be my last plane ride for a little while, another thing that is going to change. I take a few deep breaths and finally go to sleep. As the planes has rough landing, I wake up. A few minutes later we all get off the plane and we're off to another amazing suite in Dubai. Once we get the room it's go time. The hair stylist is washing and styling her hair, the stylist ironing her clothes and packing her looks for the show and I'm of course going in on her makeup, making her look even more beautiful, if that's even possible. Three hours later and we're ready to drive down to the concert hall its show time.
As the opening act walks off, my client gets set and my phone rings, I look at my phone and oh wow this is it I go to answer my call. A few minutes later I come back with the hugest smile on my face. My assistant sees me "What's that smile for? Did I loose a bet?" she asks. "Yes! Yes you did! I having a baby girl! She hugs me and says "Congratulations! You always get what you want."