Short Update...I need help!!

“I’m on the right track, baby,

            I WAS BORN THIS WAY…”

I can’t help but belt Gaga as it bleeds from my speakers at a red light, running late. Windows down, the guy stopped next to me even sings along. Phone in the passenger seats buzzes and I glance to see who could be calling: Jess. Shit. Before I could answer, it goes to voicemail but she doesn’t leave one. God, she’s probably pissed.

“Don’t hide yourself in regret,

            just love yourself and you’re set.”

Light still shines red as I hum, double-checking my reflection. “Damn, girl,” I whisper to myself. My purple and teal streaked bangs are pinned up perfectly, contrasting with the brunette mane I inherited from my mother. Make-up is flawlessly Fifties, dress cocktail style, bright red pumps, coordinating supremely. I feel fabulous.

“Whether life’s disabilities left you outcast,

            bullied, or teased…”

Green light! My heavy foot shifts from break to accelerator, breaking first from the pack to fly down Main Street. I approach the shop in no time, and my foot shifts again, this time to the brake. **In this spot, I want to address the fact that she is a female artist, which is somewhat uncommon in the business. Possible?**