A story about a Fashion Designer
Story by Dr House
Part 1 kids. Hope you like it, I will write more if you like it
Fashion Designer. Alexander King
Part 1. Photo shoot
âLike this?â A tall blonde figure called out from across the room.
âYes . . justâ Alexander stepped forward from his overwatch position behind the camera crew âYou need to look more . . free, but be and feel overjoyedâ He pointed at the camera âThe camera is an eye, we see you as a performer an you see us as an audience, feel overjoyed, but hide it. The audience will judge you, they will look into your eyes and judge youâ His pointing finger gently connected with her nose âYour eyes will ring with joy, your lips will hide laughter and you will be judged as a woman that loves doing what she is doing right nowâ Leaning closer, his voice lowered to whisper âYou are the performer, dazzle the audience with your wonderâ
The blonde figure plucked the finger from her nose, and placed it on his âPrepare to be dazzledâ
The two exchanged grins, before Alex made his way back behind the lights.
**-2 hours later-**
Once the day came to an end, the crew and all exchanged hugs and goodbyes. Cracking open bottles of Champaign, celebrating a successful shoot. Alexander thanked his crew, the highly credited photographer and the other attending models for the new ad campaign for an upcoming fragrance.
Alexander gathered his coat before feeling a tug on his arm, he turned his head to see the blonde figure. She was a tall slender figure, with cascading blonde hair and fragile blue eyes she was one of the many lucky women on this earth to be considered perfect.
âI just wanted to say thank youâ
âThe person to be thanking as yourself, you dazzled the audienceâ Alex gestured towards the waning crowd.
âI know, its just I want to talk to you about somethingâ
âGo onâ
âI want to talk to you about my careerâ
âSure . . what about it?â He folded his arms.
âIn privateâ The blonde took hold of his folded arm and escorted him to a corner of the studio âI'm not who you think I amâ Her voice was just above a whisper.
Alex scrunched his face, attempting to grasp the true meaning of what she was saying.
âPlease explainâ
âWell . .â The blonde scanned the room to make sure it was well and truly empty, Alex looked over his shoulder to see no one.
âNo ones here, now will you tell me?â
She let out a long sigh, tugged him towards one of the furniture sets in the center of the room.
âI remember shooting on this couch at the beginning of the dayâ She tried to hide a quaking voice.
Alex placed his head into his open hands, yawing. Indicating a sign of boredom from her deflecting.
The blonde leaned closer, shuffling slowly towards Alex. She grabbed his hand, and gently placed it on her nose. Alex's head rose from his hands, looking strangely into her confused eyes. She guided the hand down to her mini-s