A Not So Simple Hair Cut...
I caught up with my ex-collegue, Erica recently.
We were in event management at that time which was like 9 years ago and our tables were basically next to each other so we were pretty close like brother and sister.
Though we were in events, we each had our own dreams, me wanting to be a successful professional Magician and Erica wanted to a successful hair stylist and image consultant.
We kind of lost touch over the years, each searching and pursuing our dreams.
Years passed and through another close friend, we met again.
Now she's an international award winning hair stylist and image consultant who basically tour around the world working with the rich and famous.
Yes, by now, you should be able to tell that I'm really proud of her.
She owns a few very posh and expensive looking salons along Orchard road, the sort that I wouldn't even dream about stepping in unless of course when I feel my wallet being much heavier than usual.
However Erica has always been like a sister to me insisted that I visit one of her bloody "freak the hell out of me" posh looking salon and did massive work to my hair.
The pressure of entering the salon was many times more intense than the time I was performing at the palace for the Sultan of Brunei.
I kept asking her how much would it cost me but she was assuring me all the way that it's not something I cannot manage.
At that moment, strangely enough I didn't trust her a single bit.
The salon was huge, everyone inside looked like millionaires but most customers did simple trimming and highlighting.
Erica did some massive work on me, like I was going to get a new head or something. It didn't help when I noticed like at least 10 awards with her name proudly and prominently displayed near the entrance of the salon.
There was even a simple price chart that I caught a glimpse that states hair-cut by salon director who happens to be Erica starts from $200.
Oh my Holy God!
What was going in my mind was like WTF!!! WTF!!! WTF!!! WTF!!! WTF!!!
She was using all these funny gadgets that I have never seen in my life on my hair, none of which that even remotely look like anything that I have ever seen in a regular salon.
She scanned my hair and said I have very fine hair and she can do something which will help and will colour and highlight my hair with "I have no idea what she was talking about" stuff that will suit me best, and gives me a scalp treatment that will "once again I have no idea what she was talking about" that will help me and a O3 treatment.
By now, I was thinking of where I can sell off my vehicle ;-)
Alright, to cut the story short, after what seems like eternity ( 6 hours) and every customer in the salon looking at me like I'm a Prince from Brunei.
As I was about to leave, Erica gave me two huge bags of bloody expensive looking shampoo, Scalp treatment, hair tonic, hair clay and god knows what the other were and I reluntantly made my way to the cashier and was handed a bill that totalled $3000 over.
Erica rushed over and screamed at her cashier and questioned her if she knows who I am.
Erica tore the reciept and told me to meet for dinner later.
Now, isn't it nice to have a friend like this?
Do I feel that the whole experince was worth $3000 plus? Frankly I'm still wondering...
But I do feel like a million dollar now.
Erica, if you ever read this... Thanks a zillion!
Alex The Magician
www.AlexTheMagician.com
We were in event management at that time which was like 9 years ago and our tables were basically next to each other so we were pretty close like brother and sister.
Though we were in events, we each had our own dreams, me wanting to be a successful professional Magician and Erica wanted to a successful hair stylist and image consultant.
We kind of lost touch over the years, each searching and pursuing our dreams.
Years passed and through another close friend, we met again.
Now she's an international award winning hair stylist and image consultant who basically tour around the world working with the rich and famous.
Yes, by now, you should be able to tell that I'm really proud of her.
She owns a few very posh and expensive looking salons along Orchard road, the sort that I wouldn't even dream about stepping in unless of course when I feel my wallet being much heavier than usual.
However Erica has always been like a sister to me insisted that I visit one of her bloody "freak the hell out of me" posh looking salon and did massive work to my hair.
The pressure of entering the salon was many times more intense than the time I was performing at the palace for the Sultan of Brunei.
I kept asking her how much would it cost me but she was assuring me all the way that it's not something I cannot manage.
At that moment, strangely enough I didn't trust her a single bit.
The salon was huge, everyone inside looked like millionaires but most customers did simple trimming and highlighting.
Erica did some massive work on me, like I was going to get a new head or something. It didn't help when I noticed like at least 10 awards with her name proudly and prominently displayed near the entrance of the salon.
There was even a simple price chart that I caught a glimpse that states hair-cut by salon director who happens to be Erica starts from $200.
Oh my Holy God!
What was going in my mind was like WTF!!! WTF!!! WTF!!! WTF!!! WTF!!!
She was using all these funny gadgets that I have never seen in my life on my hair, none of which that even remotely look like anything that I have ever seen in a regular salon.
She scanned my hair and said I have very fine hair and she can do something which will help and will colour and highlight my hair with "I have no idea what she was talking about" stuff that will suit me best, and gives me a scalp treatment that will "once again I have no idea what she was talking about" that will help me and a O3 treatment.
By now, I was thinking of where I can sell off my vehicle ;-)
Alright, to cut the story short, after what seems like eternity ( 6 hours) and every customer in the salon looking at me like I'm a Prince from Brunei.
As I was about to leave, Erica gave me two huge bags of bloody expensive looking shampoo, Scalp treatment, hair tonic, hair clay and god knows what the other were and I reluntantly made my way to the cashier and was handed a bill that totalled $3000 over.
Erica rushed over and screamed at her cashier and questioned her if she knows who I am.
Erica tore the reciept and told me to meet for dinner later.
Now, isn't it nice to have a friend like this?
Do I feel that the whole experince was worth $3000 plus? Frankly I'm still wondering...
But I do feel like a million dollar now.
Erica, if you ever read this... Thanks a zillion!
Alex The Magician
www.AlexTheMagician.com
posted by Alex The Magician at 5:33 AM
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