A Day in the Life of...Harley!

I bring you this segment, A Day in the Life! Although it has been an embarrassing experience, as you will see so yourself exactly what I mean, I will still post this for the fans' sake.
Blonde and rocking that motorcycle chick look, we have the A rank from Team Angel, the girl who has disclosed information about her background to no one. The mysterious SERA00 member, widely loved and ranked 5th by fans...today we will stalk Harley Breeze.

8:00 AM
It's a Saturday morning and Harley has requested to skip tonight's performances. Being fifth in rank, Miss Avery gladly obliged, of course. What could she have in mind? Harley heads to a crêpe house for breakfast. She has Luraland scuffing her feet following.

8:30 AM
Sits down at the crêpe house. Let's listen in their conversation.
Harley: Ahh, we're here again. Cheer up, Luraland. I've brought you to your favourite restaurant.
Luraland: *nods head doggedly* *puts hands together in "thanks" gesture*
Harley: *skims menu* I'll have the ham and cheese crêpe. What about you?
Luraland: *holds up four fingers*
Harley: Chocolate hazelnut? For breakfast? Come on, Lura, choose something else.
Luraland: *pouts* *seven fingers*
Harley: Alright. *flags down waiter* We'll take one ham and cheese and one omelet crêpe. And two green teas. Thanks.
(right. The media member tea fad...)
Harley: Kay, Luraland. Out with it, what's wrong?
Luraland: *jumble of sign language*
Harley: That worried? She'll be fine. You know Angel.
Luraland: *sign language*
Harley: Hmm really... I guess it's the upcoming spring promo season.
Luraland: *sign language*
Harley: *hands her pen and paper*
Luraland: *writes* (I guess she prefers writing over sign language?)
Harley: I've got time. Yeah, I will today.
(the food arrives)
Luraland: *happily eats*
(okay, maybe "conversation" isn't the most accurate word when Luraland is involved)

9:42 AM
Arrives at local park, Angel is waiting for Luraland. They converse in quick sign language. Unlike Harley, who is better at reading than doing sign language, Angel has known Luraland for way longer and as a result is quite familiar with the gestured language.

10:00 AM
Harley leaves the two of them at the park. She heads to a photography studio. It seems as if even though it is the weekends, many of the more famous A ranks still need to work, especially the ones who are still in school. Three of the media members are in their last year of high school. The exceptions are River, who is in her third year of University, Luraland, who is much younger and is in the same grade as me- ninth. Fracken graduated high school last year, and Sassan and Rosie are in 11th.
I gain easy entrance to the studio; Miss Avery has allotted me a pass that allows me entry to most SERA00 related things, as long as it's for journaling purposes.
Harley is in the makeup room. She's the most interesting to watch. Before, classic motorcycle girl. After, princess-like cutie. Harley changes from her leather jacket and faux snake skin leggings into one of the SERA00 uniforms. It's more on the simple side. There's a purple plaid skirt with a loose-fitting fashion dress shirt. The dress shirt has gold buttons and chains for a more classy look but still keeping to the "dress shirt" feel. An open fronted vest with a studded collar layers on top, keeping with the overall purple pallate. Finally, a big droopy bow in the place of the tie finishes the look off. The top half of Harley's head has been entirely braided back, embellished with large purple headband, and the rest of her hair is hanging down in six carefully styled ringlets.

12:00 AM
After what feels like ten thousand poses and twenty thousand photos later (it is a test of ultimate patience as the staff fiddles with one detail for fifteen minutes), the photographer calls for the "Harley look". Every fan knows the "Harley look" well. The photographers always leapt on the fact that she was a real life motorcycle chick, and every photo shoot incorporated some type of "bad girl" pose. Harley was one of the quicker girls who started out as a C rank and shot to A within a year, like many of the media members.
"Warm, please," Harley drawled. I had no idea why she was talking about.
Multiple stylists ran onto the set. One shoved a juice bottle in her mouth, another replaced her droopy bow with a half-broken ragtag version, another took down her hair and did a cursory comb through, resulting in a very messy mass of volumous blond hair, and the last one applied an overdose of mascara and black eyeshadow.
"Cue water!"
Directly above Harley, a bucketful of warm water (that's what she meant) poured down, entirely drenching her. She didn't seem fazed at all though- I guess this wasn't the first photographer who loved the sopping-wet-and-messy singer look. I think there are more than three magazines' photographers here. This photoshoot is slightly more expensive; I can tell because they usually just cram us in tiny showers for the "wet" scenes. The makeup on her face ran down in black streaks, adding to the overall effect. They even had a legit motorcycle for her. Ahh, photographers these days...

1:30 PM
Harley exits the studio, back in her own clothes, face clean, wet hair pulled back in a bun. She has a late lunch at this healthy food restaurant, and then spoils her efforts by getting a hot fudge sundae in the midst of winter

2:03 PM
Harley heads for a beauty salon commonly visited by many of the SERA00 A ranks. Let's listen in!
Receptionist: Good morning, Harley! We've been expecting you. Just follow me this way...
*leads Harley to relatively private salon chair at back*
Receptionist: Your stylists will be with you in a second.
Stylists: Good morning, Harley!
Harley: Hey Sona, hi Yvonne.
Sona: What can I do for you today? *takes down Harley's ponytail, reclines chair*
Harley: Eh...wash my hair, little trim and a hair treatment and blowdry. Also I want my nails stripped clean, buffed and filed and all that.
Sona: No problem.
Yvonne: *goes to grab nail equipment*
(Sona is working on Harley's hair while Yvonne is working on Harley's hands)
(Within the first five minutes Harley falls asleep- personally I couldn't place so much trust in my stylists. I'm always anxious what they will do to me O_O)

3:00 PM
Sona: Harley, wake up...it's done...
Harley: Hmmmm.....? Oh... *sleepy mumble* It's cute...thank you very much.
(Leaves salon)

3:14 AM
Visits the library, picks up a book and reads for ten minutes before she is noticed. Even though Harley has picked a corner seat in the library, pretty soon there is a small crowd around her, begging for her autograph. Wooowww, the A ranks really attract a lot more attention than the B or Cs... Harley good naturedly signs all of their various belongings, and when she leaves has gotten little to none reading done.

4:07 PM (here we go)
Walks down road slowly, ambling as if she didn't really have any place to go. And then, suddenly, she spins around quick as a top and points her finger directly at me. Yep, she's spotted me. So much for Evie the stalker...
Harley: Come here, Evie.
Me: Erm...sorry Harley.
Harley: *laughs* No, it's quite alright. It's not your problem, I know you were tailing me for your blog.
Me: -__- You knew from the morning?
Harley: *grins* I don't miss much. Listen, there's nothing wrong with what you've done, but right now I have to meet someone and it's very important I go alone, okay, Evie?
Me: Yup. Got it. Totally.
Harley: Very good. Thank you. See you later! *brings hand up to throat and whisks around corner*
Me: *pauses for a moment or two while trying to recollect dignity* *edges forwards and peers around corner*
~there's nobody there~
So, seeing as I have lost my subject, the stalking ends there. Please continue to support SERA00!