Gerard hugs me and delivers really good news, “The salon is yours today! I had my receptionist reschedule all my appointments!” He says it with a wicked grin. He is wearing a black suit and he had his long black hair pulled back into a braid down his back. For lack of a better word, he looks cool.

“Oh, Gerard, that’s great! How do you want to do the makeovers?” I unzip my jacket and hang it up. Gerard appears to be thinking for a minute. “I think it's best we do one at a time. We’ll start with the men. The women can go to Starbucks and we’ll get...