Mitch blushed again, proud of herself for her talents. "I gotta say, I love this job. And it took some fight and debate to get here too. My parents are diplomats, and I was supposed to follow in their foot steps, even had a job to their liking. Then 9/11 happened, I was fatally injured, my dad asked his friend to turn me, and here we are. I didn't want to go back into politics after I was turned, so I went back to what I love most, beauty," Mitch informed, picking out make-up brushes, and colors.
"Daw, you trust me. Now you're in for it," she joked. "One clown make-up, coming up!" She laughed at her own tease and brushed an face sponge with some concealer. "Okay, look up. We'll start with concealer, then smudge-proof base before moving on to the eyes." She spoke and applied.
"So, other than DJing, what else do you do?" she asked while putting on the make-up.