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"Mike! Don't make me come over there!"
I yelled back to my boss, who was laughing at my pathetic attempt to haul myself off of the low sofa in the main room of my studio. The seat of it was practically on the floor, so it was a huge effort to pull myself up.
"Yeah right! Like you'll ever manage to get yourself off that sofa." He laughed again, and I moaned as I rolled off the sofa and picked myself off the floor. He smirked, and I giggled lightly. God, I loved Mike. He was always like a father to me. He always looked out for me; He put me up when I was drunk, took care of me when I was high, Or just looked after me when I needed a bed. I walked over to him and hit him over the head with a cushion.
"Hey! Don't make me fire you!" He laughed again.
"You wouldn't dare! You love me too much..." I smirked and put my camera in its case. Mike was always there for me. He certainly didn't approve of my druggie life, but he put up with it. He realized that however hard he tried, he couldn't change my views, so eventually he just gave up. He would just be there for me.
"We have a shoot today. Karen wants you to do manual, because Scott took digital." I nodded and picked up my camera.
"Karen always wants me to manual, whether Scott stole digital or not. I'm like her little manual child. Oh, that reminds me, I need some more 35mm film," He sighed.
"I bought you some film last week!" I smirked.
"Well I need some more. Sorry, Bye!" And before he could complain, I ran out the door, as fast as my little legs could carry me.
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It was six o'clock, and I was sitting back at the studio, on my stupid sofa that sunk eighteen miles into the floor. I was on my laptop, waiting for Scott's digital pictures of todays shoot to upload. Staring at the screen, I tapped my foot impatiently. After a few more minutes, I gave up. I retreated to my book cupboard, and took out the book that was currently occupating my spare time. 'Invisible Monsters' was now in my hand, as I turned to the page with the small bookmark sticking out. I took out the bookmark and held the book to my face.
I was up to the part where the protagonist was suspecting who Brandy really was, when a buzzing noise from my speaker box took me from the thoughts. I sighed, and walked up to the small speaker. I press the little red button, and was about to talk when I heard Mike's voice.
"She's one of the best photographers in our department-"
"She?" An unfamiliar voice came through the little holes in my metal box.
"Yeah, she." I decided to let my presence be felt, so I coughed into the speaker.
"Ha, Taela! Let us up!" Mike yelled into the voice box downstairs.
"Who is 'us'?" I wanted to know who Mike was bringing into my studio now.
"Just me and people. NOW LET ME IN." I sighed again, and press a button to let the doors downstairs open. Returning back to my stool, I began to read again. Well, Mike had his own key.
I heard footsteps outside, and watched the door open out of the corner of my eye. Mike entered the room first, followed by four men I didn't recognize. I rested my eyes back on my book, and ignored Mike. After a few coughs coming from his direction, I placed the open book back on the table and focused my attention on him. He looked at me.
"New book?" I nodded.
"Chapter eighteen. Two days." He smiled, and nodded. One of the men spoke up.
"That book will make you want to rape a moose. The ending will, anyway." I raised my eyebrows.
"Thanks... I think." I turned to Mike once more.
"Explain, Please, why I have people I have never met before, in my studio, and by the sounds of things, one of them needs serious psychiatric help." I looked back to the guy who told me about his wishes at the end of reading 'Invisible Monsters'. He smiled, and brushed his floppy bangs out of his eyes.
"Yeah, about that. These are your evening people, babes. They need shots for their album release. They're with Fueledbyramen." I laughed.
"Good god, Fueled seems to love us at the moment." I looked back to the guys that had now situated themselves on my stupid death-sofa.
"Look, it's never anything personal, but I'm never very nice to famous people. Normally they're stuck up, arrogant, everybody-look-at-me-I'm-so-amazing, sort of people. So, excuse me if I come across as rude." I smiled, and then almost laughed at their shocked faces and raised eyebrows.
The one who told me to rape a moose walked up to me.
"Oh, we're not that bad. Trust me. I'm Pete." I gave him a disbelieving look, and shook his hand.
"Well now we know one name, I'm sure you three would find it sort of uncomfortable for me to nickname you like I do with my usual clients. So... names?" I looked at the other three expectantly.
"Oh, Patrick." One of the guys, who happened to be wearing a hat, smiled nervously and waved.
"Andy." I looked over to the guy who had various tattoos on his arms, and I smiled, acknowledging his presence.
"Jew Joe." I raised my eyebrows in question to this answer, and he smirked.
"I'm Jewish." I nodded, and walked over to the drawer. I opened the wooded drawer, and pulled out my camera, a few films, and a cigarette.
"So what ideas do you have for the album cover?" I asked, lighting my cigarette. They all shrugged.
"We just sort of wanted something simple." Patrick mentioned, and I nodded in thought. Then I had a brainwave. I put my hands up to form a box around the four of them sitting on the sofa. They looked at me like I was crazy, Mike however smiled.
"The great Taela has an idea..." I smirked.
"Oh yes she does." I put a new roll of film in my manual camera, and held it up to my face. Getting slightly annoyed by their lack of interesting poses, I ordered them around for a while, making them put their hands in certain places, making Joe sit all the way back into the sofa, which made me giggle, as I knew he would never be able to get up from it. After I was happy with the arrangement, I told them all to look at the camera. All of them except Pete smiled cheesy grins, who looked like he was half-way between trying to be sexy, and looking like his grandma just died.
"Okay, Pete, It's not national 'Sadass' day, and you three, less smiley, more sexy." They laughed, and put on better faces. That's when I realized I had posters on the wall behind them. I ran over to the wall behind them, and ripped the posters off of the wall. Probably giving Patrick and Joe nice views of my behind in the process. This thought was confirmed when I took my place back in front of them, and Patrick had a nice coat of red on his face. I smirked, and put the camera back up to my face. With the brick wall nice and bare behind them now, and with their faces and positions perfect, I took a few shots. Happy with that, I gave them the thumbs up.
"All done?" Andy asked as he tried to pull himself up from the trap that was my sofa. Failing, he rested back into the leather.
"Nope. We need some single shots." Mike mentioned from behind me. I sighed, and thought for a moment.
I looked over to the small stool, I smiled. I motioned for Joe to go and sit on it, and he attempted to swing his legs up to lift himself from the sofa. Mike and myself both laughed, knowing he needed help to get up from the leather. Extending my hand, I lifted him up. He muttered a 'Thanks' and proceeded to the small stool.
He actually sat in quite a good position with an acceptable pout on his face. Happy with his stance, I took two or three pictures. I then turned to the other three and did the same with them. Pete was last, and it took a lot to get him to don acceptable facial expression.
"Pete! For god's sake, I don't want an I-Just-Killed-Someone-So-Don't-Mess-With-Me Look! Please!" He laughed, and gave me a big smile.
"Pete. Don't even go there." He laughed again. This time he made a pretty good face, so I took advantage of it. Clicking the button once, I took a shot. Pete knew this, as he refused to do one more good face. Giving up, I put my camera away.
"That's it. Out. Now. I'll send the shots to Fueled. Now GO AWAY." I looked at Pete while I said this, and he smirked.
"Fine. But you're fun to annoy. Don't be surprised if I stalk you." And with that, he followed the rest of his little friends out the door.
I yelled back to my boss, who was laughing at my pathetic attempt to haul myself off of the low sofa in the main room of my studio. The seat of it was practically on the floor, so it was a huge effort to pull myself up.
"Yeah right! Like you'll ever manage to get yourself off that sofa." He laughed again, and I moaned as I rolled off the sofa and picked myself off the floor. He smirked, and I giggled lightly. God, I loved Mike. He was always like a father to me. He always looked out for me; He put me up when I was drunk, took care of me when I was high, Or just looked after me when I needed a bed. I walked over to him and hit him over the head with a cushion.
"Hey! Don't make me fire you!" He laughed again.
"You wouldn't dare! You love me too much..." I smirked and put my camera in its case. Mike was always there for me. He certainly didn't approve of my druggie life, but he put up with it. He realized that however hard he tried, he couldn't change my views, so eventually he just gave up. He would just be there for me.
"We have a shoot today. Karen wants you to do manual, because Scott took digital." I nodded and picked up my camera.
"Karen always wants me to manual, whether Scott stole digital or not. I'm like her little manual child. Oh, that reminds me, I need some more 35mm film," He sighed.
"I bought you some film last week!" I smirked.
"Well I need some more. Sorry, Bye!" And before he could complain, I ran out the door, as fast as my little legs could carry me.
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It was six o'clock, and I was sitting back at the studio, on my stupid sofa that sunk eighteen miles into the floor. I was on my laptop, waiting for Scott's digital pictures of todays shoot to upload. Staring at the screen, I tapped my foot impatiently. After a few more minutes, I gave up. I retreated to my book cupboard, and took out the book that was currently occupating my spare time. 'Invisible Monsters' was now in my hand, as I turned to the page with the small bookmark sticking out. I took out the bookmark and held the book to my face.
I was up to the part where the protagonist was suspecting who Brandy really was, when a buzzing noise from my speaker box took me from the thoughts. I sighed, and walked up to the small speaker. I press the little red button, and was about to talk when I heard Mike's voice.
"She's one of the best photographers in our department-"
"She?" An unfamiliar voice came through the little holes in my metal box.
"Yeah, she." I decided to let my presence be felt, so I coughed into the speaker.
"Ha, Taela! Let us up!" Mike yelled into the voice box downstairs.
"Who is 'us'?" I wanted to know who Mike was bringing into my studio now.
"Just me and people. NOW LET ME IN." I sighed again, and press a button to let the doors downstairs open. Returning back to my stool, I began to read again. Well, Mike had his own key.
I heard footsteps outside, and watched the door open out of the corner of my eye. Mike entered the room first, followed by four men I didn't recognize. I rested my eyes back on my book, and ignored Mike. After a few coughs coming from his direction, I placed the open book back on the table and focused my attention on him. He looked at me.
"New book?" I nodded.
"Chapter eighteen. Two days." He smiled, and nodded. One of the men spoke up.
"That book will make you want to rape a moose. The ending will, anyway." I raised my eyebrows.
"Thanks... I think." I turned to Mike once more.
"Explain, Please, why I have people I have never met before, in my studio, and by the sounds of things, one of them needs serious psychiatric help." I looked back to the guy who told me about his wishes at the end of reading 'Invisible Monsters'. He smiled, and brushed his floppy bangs out of his eyes.
"Yeah, about that. These are your evening people, babes. They need shots for their album release. They're with Fueledbyramen." I laughed.
"Good god, Fueled seems to love us at the moment." I looked back to the guys that had now situated themselves on my stupid death-sofa.
"Look, it's never anything personal, but I'm never very nice to famous people. Normally they're stuck up, arrogant, everybody-look-at-me-I'm-so-amazing, sort of people. So, excuse me if I come across as rude." I smiled, and then almost laughed at their shocked faces and raised eyebrows.
The one who told me to rape a moose walked up to me.
"Oh, we're not that bad. Trust me. I'm Pete." I gave him a disbelieving look, and shook his hand.
"Well now we know one name, I'm sure you three would find it sort of uncomfortable for me to nickname you like I do with my usual clients. So... names?" I looked at the other three expectantly.
"Oh, Patrick." One of the guys, who happened to be wearing a hat, smiled nervously and waved.
"Andy." I looked over to the guy who had various tattoos on his arms, and I smiled, acknowledging his presence.
"Jew Joe." I raised my eyebrows in question to this answer, and he smirked.
"I'm Jewish." I nodded, and walked over to the drawer. I opened the wooded drawer, and pulled out my camera, a few films, and a cigarette.
"So what ideas do you have for the album cover?" I asked, lighting my cigarette. They all shrugged.
"We just sort of wanted something simple." Patrick mentioned, and I nodded in thought. Then I had a brainwave. I put my hands up to form a box around the four of them sitting on the sofa. They looked at me like I was crazy, Mike however smiled.
"The great Taela has an idea..." I smirked.
"Oh yes she does." I put a new roll of film in my manual camera, and held it up to my face. Getting slightly annoyed by their lack of interesting poses, I ordered them around for a while, making them put their hands in certain places, making Joe sit all the way back into the sofa, which made me giggle, as I knew he would never be able to get up from it. After I was happy with the arrangement, I told them all to look at the camera. All of them except Pete smiled cheesy grins, who looked like he was half-way between trying to be sexy, and looking like his grandma just died.
"Okay, Pete, It's not national 'Sadass' day, and you three, less smiley, more sexy." They laughed, and put on better faces. That's when I realized I had posters on the wall behind them. I ran over to the wall behind them, and ripped the posters off of the wall. Probably giving Patrick and Joe nice views of my behind in the process. This thought was confirmed when I took my place back in front of them, and Patrick had a nice coat of red on his face. I smirked, and put the camera back up to my face. With the brick wall nice and bare behind them now, and with their faces and positions perfect, I took a few shots. Happy with that, I gave them the thumbs up.
"All done?" Andy asked as he tried to pull himself up from the trap that was my sofa. Failing, he rested back into the leather.
"Nope. We need some single shots." Mike mentioned from behind me. I sighed, and thought for a moment.
I looked over to the small stool, I smiled. I motioned for Joe to go and sit on it, and he attempted to swing his legs up to lift himself from the sofa. Mike and myself both laughed, knowing he needed help to get up from the leather. Extending my hand, I lifted him up. He muttered a 'Thanks' and proceeded to the small stool.
He actually sat in quite a good position with an acceptable pout on his face. Happy with his stance, I took two or three pictures. I then turned to the other three and did the same with them. Pete was last, and it took a lot to get him to don acceptable facial expression.
"Pete! For god's sake, I don't want an I-Just-Killed-Someone-So-Don't-Mess-With-Me Look! Please!" He laughed, and gave me a big smile.
"Pete. Don't even go there." He laughed again. This time he made a pretty good face, so I took advantage of it. Clicking the button once, I took a shot. Pete knew this, as he refused to do one more good face. Giving up, I put my camera away.
"That's it. Out. Now. I'll send the shots to Fueled. Now GO AWAY." I looked at Pete while I said this, and he smirked.
"Fine. But you're fun to annoy. Don't be surprised if I stalk you." And with that, he followed the rest of his little friends out the door.
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