1957 // A.I (a.u)

Three

Ashton // 1957

I had never been one for show business or the idea of fame but something about Velma told me not to judge her so easily. We entered into a room with a white background and different props. Velma had her people meet her there, instantly she changed moods. She let go of my arm and was drifted away to get ready. I was told to wait where I was. When she had come back something was different, she looked confused and upset. They started the photo shoot anyways. She looked strained as they made her go into different positions for poses. I felt quite bad for her.

"Come on Velma, just three more pictures!" A man who i'm guessing is in charge of the photo shoot said

"Why do I have to sit like this though?" She asked confused as the man looked like he was going to burst into a fit.

"Because it looks good, alright. We aren't paying you for your commentary on the photos." He snarled at her, Velma became scared than upset and ran off screaming about wanting something. Although she had every right to be mad. I however stood back because well i'm the new guy and I don't want to get fired on the first day.

"Did you get any good shots?" Her manger i'm guessing asked the photographer

"Yeah, you know for a seventeen year old she sure is fit, maybe when she turns nineteen we can get her to pose nude, boy that'd be some fun" He laughed as her manger laughed along, that made me sick and pissed off. She's seventeen and they're looking at her like a piece of meat. I could understand why she felt upset. I wanted to say something but again first day on the job. After about another three hours of coaxing Velma to finish the shoot, we finally left. She was quiet in the car and as soon as we reached the hotel she locked herself in her room. That night I heard yells and things crashing into a wall or floor. Someone who i'm guessing is one of the many people she knows came out mumbling things about how she was a brat. After another good hour or so I heard her yell out in pain. I ran out of room and begged her to open the door. When she did I found her wrapped in blanket near the window.

"Velma what's wrong?" I asked softly as she tried to stop her crying 

"Pardon my face" She said trying to be humorous as I simply sat beside her waiting for her to talk again.

"You should be in bed" She said taking out a flask she had hidden in her blanket, she opened it and took a long swig of something strong.

"No, it's okay, but really, what's on your mind" I said gently as she looked at me like a child would look at their mother before bed time.

"Ashton, who's side are you on?" She asked her blue eyes more blue than ever, staring up at me as I simply smiled

"I'm on your side Velma, i'll always be on your side" I say as she smiles leaning her head on my shoulder, although she never said what was wrong it felt right knowing that she could have some trust in me.