them?”
“You don’t think I can do them, do you?” Twan asked.
“I didn’t say that,” Sonya said. Anything’s possible in La-La Land.
Twan put his fingers through Sonya’s hair. “I’ve done quite a few sisters in my time, sister.”
Lord, please keep me from cringing.
“Like who?” Kim asked.
“Like whom,” Twan said. “I’ve worked with Gabrielle Union, Kerry Washington, Meagan Good, and Alicia Keys.”
“No shit,” Kim said.
He blinked at Kim.
Sonya sighed. “Please forgive me, Twan.” His name is getting easier to say. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have anything done to my hair. I’m no diva, and I don’t ever want to be a diva. I’ve only had extensions maybe three times in my life, and they didn’t last very long.”
Twan crossed his arms. “Bob said you needed a lot of hair, girlfriend, and he wasn’t lying.” He sighed. “But …”
“But what?” Sonya asked.
“I think I have the solution, for both you and the rude thing sitting in that chair. It’s called a wig.”
“Oh, hell no!” Kim shouted.
“Kim, please,” Sonya said. “Hear the man out.”
“A wig is easy on, easy off,” Twan said. “So you can take it off when you’re not supposed to be a diva.”
I like this idea. “Sounds good.”
“Sonya, no!” Kim shouted.
Twan sighed. “I only use one hundred percent human hair in my wigs, and then you can style it however you want.” He drew a line about six inches below Sonya’s shoulder blades. “About this long.”
Sonya looked in the mirror at the line. I have never had nor have I ever wanted hair that long! I’m not Pocahontas! “Really? That long?”
Twan shrugged. “Any longer and you’ll be Morticia Addams.”
“Sonya,” Kim said, “I am not wearing a wig.”
“Okay,” Sonya said. “Don’t wear a wig. Twan, Bob only wanted me to have all the hair, right?”
Twan nodded.
“Hook me up, then.” I’m gonna get me some hair.
After Twan left, Kim stood and stretched her back. “You’re going to look foolish, Sonya.”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“A long wig will only make your face longer and skinnier,” Kim said. “You may even look like Cher.”
“Okay.”
Kim blinked. “You want to look like Cher?”
“No,” Sonya said. “But whatever the producer wants, the producer gets. I signed a contract, right?”
Twan returned with a long, flowing, silken black wig and began to fit it to Sonya’s head. “I call this one Fascination.”
He names his wigs. Strange man. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Sonya said. “I never told you my name.”
“And you’re not supposed to,” Twan said. “I have been sworn to secrecy.”
“Really?” Kim asked. “Why?”
“If I were to reveal that any woman I work with is wearing a wig, no one will ever work with me again. Warner Brothers has been good to me, and I intend to keep it that way.” He turned Sonya’s chair around. “It’s not perfect, but …”
Wow, Sonya thought. That is amazing. My face shrank. I look like one of those high-cheeked models now. Man, I’m almost pretty. She turned to Kim. “How do I look?”
Kim didn’t answer immediately. “You look okay.”
“Just okay?” I must look great!
Kim stepped closer and touched Sonya’s wig. “I mean, you look like black Barbie.”
“Yeah, I kind of do.” Sonya smiled at Twan. “Just … bobby pins and hairclips to keep it in place?”
“I’m sure Warner Brothers will have a crew working on you every morning,” Twan said. “They’ll make sure it stays on.”
“I wish I had a brush,” Sonya said. “I really like this look, Twan. Thank you.”
Kim nodded a few times. “Um, Twan, you got another one?”
Gotcha, Sonya thought. There’s a little girl inside my grown little girl who dreamed of being Barbie.
Once Kim saw herself in her wig, she smiled.
“This one I call Thrill, rude girl,” Twan said. “It’s not quite as long as hers, but it’s fuller and thicker.” Twan handed Kim a brush.
“You don’t think I can do them, do you?” Twan asked.
“I didn’t say that,” Sonya said. Anything’s possible in La-La Land.
Twan put his fingers through Sonya’s hair. “I’ve done quite a few sisters in my time, sister.”
Lord, please keep me from cringing.
“Like who?” Kim asked.
“Like whom,” Twan said. “I’ve worked with Gabrielle Union, Kerry Washington, Meagan Good, and Alicia Keys.”
“No shit,” Kim said.
He blinked at Kim.
Sonya sighed. “Please forgive me, Twan.” His name is getting easier to say. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have anything done to my hair. I’m no diva, and I don’t ever want to be a diva. I’ve only had extensions maybe three times in my life, and they didn’t last very long.”
Twan crossed his arms. “Bob said you needed a lot of hair, girlfriend, and he wasn’t lying.” He sighed. “But …”
“But what?” Sonya asked.
“I think I have the solution, for both you and the rude thing sitting in that chair. It’s called a wig.”
“Oh, hell no!” Kim shouted.
“Kim, please,” Sonya said. “Hear the man out.”
“A wig is easy on, easy off,” Twan said. “So you can take it off when you’re not supposed to be a diva.”
I like this idea. “Sounds good.”
“Sonya, no!” Kim shouted.
Twan sighed. “I only use one hundred percent human hair in my wigs, and then you can style it however you want.” He drew a line about six inches below Sonya’s shoulder blades. “About this long.”
Sonya looked in the mirror at the line. I have never had nor have I ever wanted hair that long! I’m not Pocahontas! “Really? That long?”
Twan shrugged. “Any longer and you’ll be Morticia Addams.”
“Sonya,” Kim said, “I am not wearing a wig.”
“Okay,” Sonya said. “Don’t wear a wig. Twan, Bob only wanted me to have all the hair, right?”
Twan nodded.
“Hook me up, then.” I’m gonna get me some hair.
After Twan left, Kim stood and stretched her back. “You’re going to look foolish, Sonya.”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“A long wig will only make your face longer and skinnier,” Kim said. “You may even look like Cher.”
“Okay.”
Kim blinked. “You want to look like Cher?”
“No,” Sonya said. “But whatever the producer wants, the producer gets. I signed a contract, right?”
Twan returned with a long, flowing, silken black wig and began to fit it to Sonya’s head. “I call this one Fascination.”
He names his wigs. Strange man. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Sonya said. “I never told you my name.”
“And you’re not supposed to,” Twan said. “I have been sworn to secrecy.”
“Really?” Kim asked. “Why?”
“If I were to reveal that any woman I work with is wearing a wig, no one will ever work with me again. Warner Brothers has been good to me, and I intend to keep it that way.” He turned Sonya’s chair around. “It’s not perfect, but …”
Wow, Sonya thought. That is amazing. My face shrank. I look like one of those high-cheeked models now. Man, I’m almost pretty. She turned to Kim. “How do I look?”
Kim didn’t answer immediately. “You look okay.”
“Just okay?” I must look great!
Kim stepped closer and touched Sonya’s wig. “I mean, you look like black Barbie.”
“Yeah, I kind of do.” Sonya smiled at Twan. “Just … bobby pins and hairclips to keep it in place?”
“I’m sure Warner Brothers will have a crew working on you every morning,” Twan said. “They’ll make sure it stays on.”
“I wish I had a brush,” Sonya said. “I really like this look, Twan. Thank you.”
Kim nodded a few times. “Um, Twan, you got another one?”
Gotcha, Sonya thought. There’s a little girl inside my grown little girl who dreamed of being Barbie.
Once Kim saw herself in her wig, she smiled.
“This one I call Thrill, rude girl,” Twan said. “It’s not quite as long as hers, but it’s fuller and thicker.” Twan handed Kim a brush.
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