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Post by Paris Hamilton on Nov 30, 2006 21:43:39 GMT -5
It was around noon, when the chorus from the song "A Box Full Of Sharp Objects" by The Used, erupted loudly from Paris's phone.
Paris opened his eyes and laid in his bed for a second before he finally realized what was going on. Quickly leaning over to the bedside table he grabbed his cell phone and opened it.
"Hello?" he asked in a sleepy tone. On the other end of the phone was his planner girl, Lori.
After a short conversation with Lori, he hung up the phone and pulled back the black satin comforter, exposing his bare chest and boxers. He only had 20 minutes to be dressed and down at 'The Rose Resort' ready for a photo shoot.
Paris finally made it to the resort, and fully fessed in light blue, faded Diesel jeans that were ripped were at the knees and a blue turtleneck under his Armani black leather jacket. Oh and he wore black and blue Vans on his feet.
He walked into the lovely ballroom. It had goldish-brown wooden walls and floors, a huge golden beautiful chandler hung from the middle of the ceiling, red satin curtains draped around the glass windows, and a golden piano sat in the left corner of the room.
Paris's equipment was already set up near the piano, camera, lights, and everything. Walking over toward the camera he pulled off his jacket and let it fall to the floor. He started to fiddle with the camera, as he waited for the model to show up..
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Post by Mercedes Love on Dec 1, 2006 18:35:21 GMT -5
“Hello?”
God. It was what noon? Mercedes should not be woken up this early. And, she was sick.
“Yea. Rose, Fine. Bye”
Mercedes closed the cell phone sat it on her dresser, and hauled ass out of bed. Ew. Snow. She had twenty minutes to get ready. Whatever. She was going to change anyway. Track suit time. Shower. Whatever. She took one at three last night when she got home. She was fine.
After dressing, seasonally in a pair of green terry cloth pants and jacket, matched with a red shirt and pumas, Mercedes was out the door and on her way to the Resort.
Upon entering, Cede headed to the reception room, to find out what she was modeling for the day. The moment she pulled up the pig wooden doors, she wanted to die. Evening Grown. God, No. Well. You do what you gotta do.
Mercedes slipped into the first gown, this one floor length, and a clone like skirt with puffed out ever so slightly. The dress was strapless with red accents such as a red 4 inch belt around it. Mod-chic, much? Slipping into a pair of black pointed-toe spike heels, Mercedes was adorned with thick black eyeliner and pushed out into the main room, where her photographer awaited her.
“Um, Hi…I’m Cede Tri- Paris?”
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Post by Paris Hamilton on Dec 1, 2006 20:11:43 GMT -5
When the fuck was this model going to get here?
Paris thought to himself as he fiddeled with with his camera. He fixed the lense, cleaned the lense, checked how much film there was, and made sure all the button were working correctly.
“Um, Hi…I’m Cede Tri- Paris?”
Came a girly voice from behind, well women voice. Spinning around he was facing one of the girls he met in the park.
Cede, well Mercede Tritoni.
She looked lovely. The dress she was wearing just made her look like she walked out of a painting. Damn.
Paris almost dropped his camera as he looked upon Cede.
He felt like he was lost for words, and for a few seconds there was a silence between them
"Um, hey Cede. I didn't know you modeled." he said running a hand through his sexy messy hair. He was completley nervous. He's never been like this before on a job. |
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Post by Mercedes Love on Dec 1, 2006 20:51:47 GMT -5
“Um. Hey Paris.”
Ohh. Smooth. Chalk one up for Paris. WAIT! This was it. It was a sign…but why now. Why when she had a cold, and her watered, and her head hurt, and she sounded all Nasal and shit. Damnit. Ok. So, she’d just do it like any other job, like any other model.
“I…didn’t you were a photographer…”
Oh yea. Wow. Just like any other job. But wait, what was she doing? In an evening gown, with a piano…she had never done this before. It was usually some bug name brand that needed a sex kitten to sport there latest and greatest mini skirts and fashionable bras and swimwear. Not full length evening gown. Whoa. This was too much.
“So…um…how are we…gonna do this…”
Oh god no. Not the stuttering. |
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Post by Paris Hamilton on Dec 1, 2006 21:21:49 GMT -5
Paris felt like an idiot, he was pretty much was googly eyes at Mercede and was stuttering. What an idiot. That's probably exactly what she thought as well.
"Yes of course I photograph, have been since I was 20."
He said to our statement about her not knowing.
"I love it, it's my favorite thing to do."
He added as he felt his cheeks beginning to go red. He was fuckin blushing! You've got to be kidding.
“So…um…how are we…gonna do this…”
Paris herd her say, well stutter. Atleast he wasn't the only one.
Shrugging he placed pointed over to the piano.
"Go, um, sit on the piano or the seat." he said. Then quickly added. "I want to act as if your in love, your waiting for your lover. Or act as if your lover is taking the pictures of you.
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Post by Mercedes Love on Dec 2, 2006 14:50:41 GMT -5
“um. Ok.”
Mercedes took his instructions. Setting down, lightly, on the piano bench, Mercedes took a deep breath, and prepared for her shoot. She knew exactly want he was looking for, she just wasn’t sure if she could provaid it. You’re suppose to show you’re everything to the camera, not the photographer, but she wasn’t so sure if she could do that. Suddenly her black lined eyes flickered up to him, and his Camera, and gave him a pouty ‘I want you’ look. And this wasn’t exactly directed towards the camera. Shit.
She wasn’t sure long she could hold this, and she wasn’t sure if they would wind up booting the whole shoot because she was busy trying to get down with the lovely photographer. But them there wad James. Yea, ok, they weren’t together. They hadn’t gone out, but still. She was into him too…and then there was…
Oh, triple shit.
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Post by Paris Hamilton on Dec 2, 2006 17:06:51 GMT -5
Paris got his camera ready as he focused the lends on Mercedes, watching her walk over to the bench. He hoped his instructions weren't that complicated and weren't misunderstood, but in a way misunderstood was exactly what he felt he was saying.
When she flashed him that unique pouty look he felt very hot and could feel himself blushing again. Quickly he snapped away, walking over taking different angles as much as he could. The look was perfect, exactly what was needed. He took some more as fast as he could though, because he knew that she wasn't able to hold that position for much longer.
"Okay now do whatever you want, give me different poses though, but elegant and sexy." Paris sated as he put another role of film in his camera. |
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Post by wowposter on Oct 30, 2008 6:48:36 GMT -5
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