“Yes, Mum, I will be at the restaurant on time,” Roland spoke into his phone, running a hand through his short golden-brown hair. “Shall I pick you up anything on the way?” He smiled and laughed. “Mum, I’m bloody fine. You can watch the show tonight at my flat.”
He ended the call and pocketed the phone, turning to the hairdresser, makeup artist, and handlers waiting for him. “Sorry to keep you waiting, but I always ring my mum before a show.”
Roland walked to the hairdresser’s chair, flicking his bright green and gold wings out as the makeup artist followed him, a can of aerosol, washable, chroma key green spray paint in each hand. Roland settled into the chair as the hairdresser began working on his head from the front. The makeup artist sprayed the paint over his wings as Roland held them out.
“Sir, is this good?” One of the handlers assigned to him walked up, a basket of chocolate dipped, chocolate chip cookies in her hands.
“Mmm, love these biscuits.” Roland took one and bit into it, rolling his eyes. “Luv, put them on my table and bring me the cup of tea I left in the sitting room.”
“Yes, sir.” The handler bowed and giggled.