Setting:  L.A. in an alternate world where faeries and other magical beings not only exist, but are an accepted part of society.

Shane made her way to Studio 4b, on her one and only job for the day.  Her agent had gotten her a movie job, doing the Maeve Reed’s hair for her latest film.  According to Alice, Maeve was the golden queen of cinema—spanning back many years.  Shane didn’t know anything about her, not being all that conversant with pop culture.  She checked in at the door and was directed to a dressing room at the end of a hall.  She glanced briefly at the shiny plaque under the equally shiny star attached to the door, before taking a deep breathe and knocking.  At the summons from within, she opened the door and stepped inside with her styling kit in hand.

“Ms. Reed?  I’m Shane…I’ll be doing your hair…” she began, before really taking in the person seated at the dressing table.

“Hello Shane.  Please call me Maeve,” she replied in gracious tones.

“You have really great skin!”  Shane blurted before she could stop herself.  She was expecting someone much, much older than the thirty-someodd (at the most) lady who faced her with an amused expression on her flawless face.

With a laugh reminiscent of a bubbling spring, she replied, “Why thank you!”  As she quirked her perfectly arched brow, she murmured, “I take it you were expecting someone more…aged?”

“Uh…yeah…My friend says you’ve been doing films for ages, so I just figured you’d be, you know, older,” she explained.

“Well, I suppose you could call it one blessing of being one of the immortal fey.”

“Hey, yeah…that’s totally beast…so you’re a faery, huh?  I’ve met quite a few fairies, but no real ones,” she joked.  “So, how would you like your hair done?” she asked as she set her kit aside and circled behind Maeve, eyeing her hair and face intently.

Maeve studied the young stylist carefully, sensing a magnetic energy lurking behind her easy manner and stylish glasses.  “Surprise me,” she said.

“Yeah?” she asked, surprised at the request.

“Yeah,” she confirmed.

“Excellent…” Shane’s gaze became even more intense, focusing completely on her latest client.  As she ran her hands through Maeve’s hair she felt a current, like static, skitter across her palms.  “Whoa, looks like we need some hair serum to get rid of that static.  I have just the thing.”  She rummaged through her kit, pulling out a small bottle.  She poured out a tiny amount before rubbing it between her hands and into the long blonde waves of hair.