Maybe you have andmaybe you haven't, but when you are brought to that red door, commanded toenter, forced to experience something which is not natural...to you, whathappens to you?For some of you, Sisters of Fictionmania, to have that door into thatBeauty Salon open to you is what you have wanted for yourself all yourlives. The Beauty Salon confirms who you are. What you are. How you wantto be. You WANT to walk through that door, into your confirmed femininity.You understand the power of lipstick. I want to be part of a great cheer squad. That means, I want itto continue, and I want us to participate in the regionals for the NationalCheerleading Association in the Fall. That is my demand." Fine, If You and Holly handle the junior squad and if you can raise theirlevel enough to be equal to the Varsity squad. Then when Fall comes along,we will form a competition squad and train them for the regionals. That's ifyou raise the junior squad enough."Olivia smiled. "I accept the challenge." They. . Gwen, what the heck! Why are you slowing—The beat didn’t slow, though, it outright died. I saw Gwen drop her sticks. They ricocheted off of her snare and flipped to the floor even as she stood up. We each played on with decreasing intent as she rushed for the door and let herself outside. In another moment, the room was impossibly silent, save for the hum of our amps.“What the hell just happened?” Tommy asked. “Gwen?”“She left,” Muireann murmured, her voice strained.Melissa peered out the. I tried to remember what I'd read about being observant and looked her over some more.She saw me doing it and suppressed a smile."Oh, you need to be less obvious Jake. I can call you Jake, can't I? I feel like I know you. Mike talked about you guys a lot."I nodded – what else could you do when it's asked like that?"Am I that obvious?" I asked, wondering how she'd answer."Totally. We are taught to suppress the obvious. You learn do it over time. When you get good, it's quite subtle. You make.