Behind The Lens

THREE

  I look at the date and some small details I don't even understand now that I wrote on my small agenda while talking with that men. Since I was going to work with them, even for one night, I decided to google the artists name. Each and every single one of the singers I came across had a different style and, as expected, my photos have to match that. I'm comfortable with anything and that is what also made me popular in between them.

  I quickly got lost in the pictures of this guy I surprisingly never heard of. Or maybe I did, but clearly didn't remember anything about him. What really caught me off guard was his eyes. That beautiful shade of blue reminded me of so many things I could just stare at them for hours. The teal-ish sea in France, the hours I spent with my father fishing and watching the sunset. His eyes. They where so similar with my dad's.

  Fortunately, a notification from my boyfriend saved me from my past. It was so dear to me, all of these moments, but I wanted to forget it. Lock it and hide it all in the back of my mind. As my thoughts came back in the present time, I check my phone. It wasn't much, just a bunch of hearts and the nickname he knew I damn hated. I always let that slide because I was aware that was his love language but then again, deep down all of these just made me lose feelings even faster.

  I truly loved him, but even after multiple fights and arguments, he still called me 'baby'. Not that there would be anything wrong, but that was what my dad called me. He knew that but still, out of all the nicknames in this world, he continued with that one. I guess not everyone is perfect and I tried my best to leave things be.

  After sending some time daydreaming and contemplating every choice I ever made, I get back to my initial work. In the 2 hour concert that I assisted at, I has almost 890 pics and 17 recordings. Now that's something I need to get done...