My father knocks on the door and I sigh, kissing Dylans cheek before I stand. I open it and he glances at Dylan before bringing out a guy from behind him. He looks around three years older than me. He flashes a smile and my father tells me that there's a ball tonight in the ballroom in the Frost Valley. Oh jesus. He closes the door, the guy just staring at me, and he finally speaks, "I'm you're...stylist or whatever you wanna call me," He says. I nod and sigh, looking at Dylan.
"You going to the ball?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I stand and look at the guy, studying him before looking at Ruby and shrugging, "Never been to one before... Don't really have anything to wear either."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I sigh and think, "Um..." I look at my stylest, "Do you by any chance have a tux or something...?"
He blinks, "I'm a guy. I'll get one," He looks at Dylan, "I'll have a man deliver one to you're room or wherever you're staying."
I nod and flash a smile at Dylan. My stylest looks at me, "I'm Zayne by the way," He picks up a underneath dress think, handing it to me, "Go put this on, and I'll tighten and tie the back when you're out."
I nod and look at Dylan, "You should go get ready. Tell you're brother."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I nod and kiss Ruby's cheek before heading out and looking around for Roan. Upon finding him, I have him take me back to our room and tell him about the ball or dance or whatever. He just nods before leaving me by myself.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I put on this dress and he tightens the back. I put on black high heels and he does my makeup, pure red lipstick. He curls my hair and when finished, makes me twirl. Clapping, he goes off to find my father and tells me the tux got delivered to Dylan's room.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The time comes and I walk out, two guards at my side. Annoyed, I glare at them before getting to Dylan's room. I knock and shoo the guards away. They take some steps back, and watch from a distance.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Uh, Lisa, the whole reason we have elected officials is so we don't have to think all the time. Just like that rainforest scare a few years back: our officials saw there was a problem and they fixed it, didn't they? — Homer Simpson
