Hoping to know oneself (For Brittie)

After a productive chat with her new acquaintance Lance, Brittany promised to herself she'd head straight to her agency. She really did, and in her core she wished to be more disciplined and have perfect attendance in the photoshoots. No, it's not like she skips her work on a daily basis, she takes it seriously enough to not act so reckless and risk being expelled from the agency for lack of punctuality. However, the last two days have been extremely tiresome to endure and, to top if off, she spent the entire night doing...things. Terrorist things, completely forgetting she had school the morning after. Therefore, while she had made a vow to meet her manager at the office... She decided to be faithful to her biological needs and claims of rest, and found under a tree the perfect place to take a nap. Or two, three naps, as much as possible until the afternoon.

With her back leaning against the tree's trunk, Brittany's body started to give in, sliding to the side unbeknownst to her. In no time, she had fallen to the grassy ground and, oddly enough, she remained asleep. Not even twitching or shifting her position out of possible discomfort. The bag on her lap, however, followed the fall and therefore the content from inside spread around: hair brush, perfumes, notebooks, pens, everything you can imagine that lies in the glorious alternate dimension commonly referred to as "a woman's bag". "Zzzzzz"

The resonating voice of Tatum could bring Brittany back from dream land, albeit momentarily. She was still numb in the grassy ground, eyes flapping sluggishly as one hand went to her face, rubbing the eyelids that kept them close. One moment has passed, then two, and the "sleeping Beauty", as Tatum and her persona referred to Brittany, slowly lifted her torso, hands serving as support against the ground, and a lazy "yawn" as a sign of regaining consciousness. "Waaaah...", she stretched her arms upwards, now eyes slothfully open (or should it be "half-open, half-closed?) watching the surroundings, yet still struggling with the reluctance of her sleepy nature to vanish entirely. First to the left, ignoring all her objects tossed around, then to the right...to the very side she spotted this young kid who was sat nearby, under the tree... Brittany didn't remember seeing this young lady here before. Actually, she didn't remember her face at all. Was it a new student? "Huhhh...hiii...uh...hey, what time is it?"

"Huh...?" Brittany was still glancing at this little child, but her stare was as empty as her sleepy eyes could convey. "..." And another bout of silence meddled in their interactions for a fair share of seconds, perhaps 5, before Brittany's eyes widened suddenly, scaring any hint of dreaminess. "W-wait a bit...! T-TWELVE?? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" Her hands went straight up to her face, as quickly as the girl herself stood up, not really caring about the bag on her lap. As a result, said bag flopped onto the ground upside down. "Gosh, how long have I been sleeping?! It was just a nap, ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!"

"M...mad...?" Brittany, still up, watched the girl in what seemed some demonstration of surprise. Did she seem mad? Because she wasn't. Perhaps a bit exasperated not because of anything Tatum may have done while she was asleep, or because the girl's loud voice could bring her back from her dreams to reality (in fact, if anything, Brittany should thank her, otherwise she'd lose track of her time and completely skip today's work schedule). The true reason for her freaking out behavior is the acknowledgment of her own fault, and watching the younger pick her things up made her slightly confused. "Huuuuuh...? No no no, I'm not even mad at you!" It was funny spotting someone so concerned about evoking Brittany's wrath when in fact she was someone hard to faze or anger. She could be upset with herself sometimes, but almost never with others. "Woah, calm down, mmkay? You're even starting to sound like me! Totally!" Brittany giggled, kneeling in front of the girl and helping her to pick her things scattered all over the grass back to the bag. In other words, helping her to help herself.

"Ah, you don't. I mean, I wasn't being literal, it was just...figure of speech, you know?" She didn't mean they were that similar from a first contact. It was a figurative way of speech where she noted how similar their despair was; that's perhaps where her naivety suitable to her age comes into stage. "Yep, I'm a student! You probably haven't seen me around because I'm, like, running here and there always. After the classes end, I have to go to training, and when the rehearsals end, I gotta head to my work and stuff. You know, it's a busy life!" She had stopped picking her things to explain the possible reasons for them not knowing each other. As a social butterfly, she enjoyed any social interactions inside the school to the point she basically knew everyone from Seven Stars. Or virtually anyone, and on the other hand, most students also knew who she was due to her little fame as a local model. This girl, however, must logically be a new student. "Alright, let me check... Perfumes here, my hair brush is here too, my notebook...hmm...my...towel isn't here. Have you seen it? It's a white, very decorated towel with golden details. Like, you can't be missing it!" Should Tatum notice and look the surroundings, said piece was right under one of Brittany's knees, a bit hidden for the easily distracted girl to notice.

"?" For starters, she didn't get what the girl said about knees hiding stuff from people. As in, knees doesn't even have a will of their own and the girl talked about them like they were rational creatures, or mischievous wild animals. An amusing thought, that's for sure, however a quick glance to her own knee would give away what Tatum truly meant, and once Brittany understand the girl's banter was just a hit about the towel's location, she rolled her eyes and giggled like it was so obvious she must be pretty dumb and distracted to not realize it first hand. "Of course! Duuuuh!" Picking the tissue from the ground, she shook it in the air a few times before it was visibly (only visibly) clean enough to return to her bag. "No no no, I'm no TV star!...at least not yet. But I could, right? Maybe one day some producer will meet me in the streets, eye me and say "you're the girl I've been looking for"! But for now, I'm just a cheerleader, part of the official team here, you know." In her school, her popularity was akin to a subcelebrity in ascension. Naturally, some people would know her even if they have never exchanged words with Brittany, however that wasn't the norm. She was not like Beyoncé whose worldwide fame spreads among all classes to all people from all countries. In a way, she preferred it that way.

"I know, right? But what are the odds? Like, for that to happen I need to be at the right place at the right time!" Anyone who knew her knew Brittany was hardly that type. Sometimes, she even wondered how she managed to be a model if she was such a slacker at times. That and, in all honesty, she didn't aim for a celebrity life just yet. Albeit acquiring a small fame in a rather meteoric ascension thanks to a successful campaign, she preferred to not be all that known. "Envy me for whaaat? Everyone can be a cheerleader if they want to, you know! It's all about how you do it!"