Chapter 4 - A Singer and A Photographer

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JEFF POV

​For today’s showcase, I’ll be singing 12 songs, including four covers. I hope everything goes smoothly. I really trust my favorite band, The Co-Ban, to back me up.

​"Jeff, are you ready?"

"Yeah."

"We start in five minutes," my manager told me.

​We opened with Highway, then moved into Comedy. I did a little bit of talking to introduce the band, then continued with the rest of the set.

​...

​I just finished the last of the songs. I changed into a white blouse with a large ribbon and black flare pants before heading back to the stage to take photos with the fans.

​"Jeff, after this, you have three magazine interviews: Mint, Elle, and Vogue," my manager briefed me. "Vogue is featuring you for their main issue. They’ll ask about the showcase, your solo concerts, upcoming projects, and some personal questions. I think this outfit is perfect for the interviews; you just need a quick makeup touch-up."

"Okay, Phi."

​...

​The first was Elle; they just wanted some photos and a quick review of the showcase. Then came Mint for photos and short videos. Now, I’m sitting in the waiting room for the last interview. They are about ten minutes late.

​"I’m so sorry, Khun Jeff," the coordinator from Vogue Thailand apologized. "We were waiting for our photographer. The one who was supposed to be here had an accident, so we had to find a replacement at the last minute. This is Mr. Bible, our photographer for today."

​"Sawatdikap. Hi, we meet again today," I said.

"Sawatdikap, Khun Jeff. We meet again."

"Just call me Jeff."

"Okay, Jeff. To start, I want to take some photos of you backstage and some poses in the hall, followed by candid shots during the interview."

​BIBLE POV

​I was busy snapping photos of him. He didn’t have anyone accompanying him right now, and I noticed he needed help with his hair and the sweat on his brow.

​"Jeff, you’re sweating."

"My makeup artist already left for another event, and my manager is still backstage," he explained.

"If you don’t mind... may I? I can wipe it and fix your hair for the shot."

"I really don't mind. You're the photographer; you know what looks best."

​I took a pack of tissues from my bag and gently wiped away the sweat. We were so close. My heart was racing, and he smelled so good. As I touched his hair, my heart skipped a beat. I have to hold it together. Fenrir, you have to hold back.

​"Bible, you’re so handsome," Jeff said suddenly. "If you were an actor or a supermodel, I think you’d be famous."

"It would be nice if you just called me Ben. I prefer taking the photos to being in them. I’m a bit shy, I think. Besides, if I were a model, I wouldn’t be able to take good photos of you—or maybe I wouldn’t have met you today."

"Hehe, maybe."

"Alright, three more shots and we can start the interview."

​...

​After the interview finished, I packed up my camera, ready to head out.

"Are you not going to wait for him, Ben?"

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