Traumatizing wigs

I went to meet my friend Aline in some sordid hairdresser school in a particularly non-descript industrial area of Brussels. Aline is a brilliant and talented scenographer who loves learning and has always cut hair so there she is, ‘studying’ with a friend of hers and mostly a large group of total losers. There was something sort of alarming about this particular student, a pregnant woman with crazy eyes and a terrible 70s short pageboy haircut practising on an auburn wig. She was struggling to recreate her blond dreadfulness of a haircut on this innocent wig, then proceeded to blow-dry the wig which soon resulted in a burnt smell. There were a couple of reactions in the room, most of which I imagined said things like: ’Man what’s that burnt smell, turn it down!’, I say I assume, because the classes were given in Dutch. Anyway, crazy preggars totally denied everything and just changed blowdryers. I felt sorry for the wig.