Nathalia Buttface and the Most Embarrassing Five Minutes of Fame Ever. Nigel Smith

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      “Yes, we thought it would give us a more Hollywood Image,” said the manager, who was called Irene Hideous and had leathery orange skin and severe, short blonde hair. “You know, like they say ‘cut’ when they make films.”

      “Yes, but ‘The Final Cut’ sounds more like someone having their head chopped off,” said Dad brightly. “Get it?”

      There was a horrible pause.

      “I hadn’t thought of that,” said Irene Hideous. “That sign cost us a fortune, and so did all those pictures. I’m not changing it again so please don’t tell my customers that.”

      Nat sighed.

      “You could do a Halloween theme though,” continued Dad, enthusiastic and embarrassing as ever. “You could have a big chopping block over there and customers could put their head on it and you could cut their hair while you ask them if they’ve got any last requests.”

      “Last requests?” said a very old lady who had just come out from under a dryer. Her hair was bright blue. “My last request is to have my ashes put in a big egg timer. I do like to be useful. Even though nobody notices.”

      “Shut up, Mum,” said another elderly woman sitting next to her.

      “Besides,” continued the very old lady, “my daughter here hasn’t managed to boil me a decent egg for sixty years.”

      “If that’s the way you feel about it, you can pay for your own hairdo,” said her daughter, storming out.

      Irene Hideous looked at Dad venomously.

      “Now she’s gone I can tell you my REAL last request,” cackled the old lady. She then said something SO RUDE that Nat thought her ears were going to fall off.

      Quickly the manager ushered Nat and Dad into the back of the salon, next to the sinks.

      “RIGHT, well, we’re trying to attract younger customers,” explained Mrs Hideous, “so we thought the ‘Can’t you be normal’ girl—”

      “My name’s Nathalia,” said Nat.

      “Yes, you, apparently you’re a new celebrity that is popular with youngsters. You’re not even that bad-looking,” said Mrs Hideous as she grabbed Nat’s face and started pulling the skin around. “There are cheekbones in there, somewhere.”

      This isn’t like being a model in the way Mum said, thought Nat as her face was squished. She quite liked being called a ‘celebrity’ though.

      Irene Hideous ran her long, bony orange fingers through Nat’s hair, sizing it up expertly.

      “Oh dear,” she said. “It’s a bit thin.”

      “I get it from baldy here,” said Nat, who was getting fed up with the way this was turning out. After all, wasn’t she supposed to be a celebrity now?

      Dad tried to cover The Bald Spot Which Must Not Be Named with both hands.

      “It’ll have to do,” decided Mrs Hideous.

      She reached under the counter and brought out a big plastic tub of what looked like clear jelly.

      “This is our own invention. We call it Bio-Organic Gel With A Steady Hold.”

      “BOGWASH,” said Dad.

      “Dad!” said Nat, horrified.

      “I beg your pardon,” said Mrs Hideous.

      “The first letters of ‘Bio-Organic Gel With A Steady Hold’,” explained Dad. “It spells BOGWASH.”

      “I’ve ordered five thousand labels from LABELS R US in the town centre now,” said Mrs Hideous, who looked like she was regretting letting Dad within a hundred yards of her salon. “DO NOT repeat that. No one’s going to want that on their head.”

      Nathalia stared out of the big glass windows into the street and tried to pretend she wasn’t there. Why did I let Dad talk me into this? she thought.

      As she stared blankly at a queue of people waiting for a bus she saw a very familiar sight. There, fidgeting and talking to himself, was Darius Bagley.

      Her first thought was: Hey, great, Darius, I’ll see what he’s up to because that’s always a laugh.

      Her second thought, about 0.00000001 seconds later was: DARIUS SHOWED DAD HOW TO MAKE THE WEBSITE AND UPLOAD THAT VIDEO AND RUIN MY LIFE AND SO HE MUST DIE.

      “Just sign the contract, I’ll be back in five minutes,” yelled Nat, running out of the salon and knocking over a hairdryer.

      She hadn’t been able to get hold of Darius for a week now. He didn’t have a mobile, or a landline, because the phone company were too scared of his horrible brother, Oswald Bagley, to come round and put one in.

      “Stay right there, Bagley, you little worm,” shouted Nat, just as the bus pulled up at the stop.

      Darius barged to the front of the queue and had almost made it through the door when Nat grabbed his frayed collar and dragged him away. His face was dirty, his hair cropped short and in tufts. He was wearing an old shirt three sizes too big for him and he had a baked bean in his ear.

      “Where are you going, looking so smart?” she said. She wasn’t being sarcastic – he WAS looking smart. For Darius, that is.

      “Let me get on the bus, I’ll be late for my job,” said Darius, wriggling.

      “You’ve got a lot to answer for,” said Nat. “Why did you give Dad that video?”

      The last few passengers were getting on as Darius wriggled and squirmed to get away.

      “People are watching,” said Darius loudly. “Can’t you be normal?”

      Everyone in the street stopped and looked at Nat.

      “It’s her,” shouted one man. “It’s really her!”

      “Can’t you be normal?” yelled a woman with a baby buggy. “Ha ha ha!”

      “People are watching NOW,” shrieked a young shoplifter, who was running past with a toaster under one arm, closely followed by a security guard. The guard slowed down in front of Nat.

      “Hey, it’s you! Do the dance!” he said.

      “Eeek,” said Nat, dropping Darius and running back inside the salon. Darius grinned and hopped on the Number 3 bus just as the doors closed.

      “Dad, I don’t think I want to do this,” said Nat, panting, once she was safely back inside the salon.

      “Too late!” said Irene Hideous, waving the contract. “It’s all signed, sealed and paid for. Now don’t worry, this won’t hurt a bit.”

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