Capturing Beauty

One

Having the chance to capture beauty is a rare occurrence only few people have the opportunity of achieving. Fortunately for me, this experience was made possible one cold April night.

LA traffic was not my friend while driving home from work, but is it ever really my friend? Hell no. Bad Intentions by Nikyee Heaton blared through my speakers, shaking the car, causing passengers from other cars to glare in my direction. But no glares could stop me from drowning out the impending thoughts that needed to be ignored.

Those thoughts finally crept up as I approached my apartment complex overlooking a lovely parking lot behind some nasty, rat infested mexican restaurant. 'They didn't need to be so rude about it,' remembering back to an hour ago brought the tears I was holding in the chance to flow down my rosy cheeks while my hands fiddled with finding the right key that allowed me sanctuary.

All I needed was to sleep all these emotions off and start fresh the next day, but a ding from my cell phone halting that from happening. I entered my small poorly light home, placing my purse and camera bag on top of the kitchen table, walking towards the fridge to grab a Coke. The pop of the can brought joy to ears and I returned back to sit at the kitchen table, checking my phone in the process.

The dinging belonged to an email I received, which usually was about me photographing some spoiled movie stars child's piano recital, but this time it was from some record label. I was immersed with confusion as I read through the paragraphs upon paragraphs explaining some job they were offering me. This was what I paid attention to though:

Dearest Rachel,

Recently one of my colleagues has come across your work from Teens! Magazine and we all have grown very interested in your skills. We are in need of a photographer to tour with one of our bands for six months, leaving in June. Our old photographer informed us a few days ago that he cannot accompany the band on tour any longer like he was being paid to do. The tour has already been in full swing so we are in need of a new photographer who can leave ASAP. We would really like to meet with you as soon as possible to see if you'll mesh well with the band you would be photographing during their performances and any magazine shoots ect. on their world tour. Please respond at your nearest convenience.

Sincerely,

Will Bloomfield - Modest! Management

A minute full of skipping and skimming resulted with me emailing back agreeing to come in for an interview tomorrow morning at 10 AM.

This was going to be an interesting day.

I crawled under my lavender comforter to find the tabby cat my brother bought me when I first moved out to LA as a 'protector' three years ago.

"Hey Ziggy," I greeted him while he purred against my neck.

Resting my head upon the fluffy white pillows thankfully brought sleep within seconds.

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Light entering through the unshaded window drew me out of my much needed slumber.

I shot up from bed realising I never set an alarm last night for my big interview. Scrambling out from under the warm covers for my cell phone in the kitchen sent chills through my entire body.

9:17.

I was going to be late for probably the biggest break of my career.

Bolting back into my bedroom, I grabbed a pair of dark blue jeans that were ripped on the upper thigh, a brown belt, and a silky deep grey v-neck, before running to take a quick shower.

Surprisingly, I was ready and out of the door walking to my car at exactly 9:33. I knew, with my luck, it was a matter of time before I ran into the notorious traffic; AKA my best friend. Within five minutes my predictions became true and I was stuck once again. No way was I making this interview. My fingers tapped along unconsciously to whichever radio station interested me the most at the moment and they ended up playing Drag Me Down by One Direction as cold air blasted through the vents. Heat is a wonderful creation, but sometimes I just need to be back in Michigan when it's 15 degrees and snowing.

Finally, after ten minutes of waiting without movement the cars ahead begin to drive. I pull into the correct parking lot after finding two others that were either full or had spots reserved for the employees.

10:01.

They aren't going to hire me. Why would they hire someone who showed up late to the interview that could change her life? They wouldn't. Yet something told me not to just go home and forget it, so I began running towards the towering building in the light brown heeled combat boots I rarely wore out.

Windows adorned the entire outside of the tall building, showing the reflections of everyone who passed. I glanced over at myself seeing dark brown hair with light highlights flowing straight down past my shoulders, hazel eyes above a sloping nose and soft pink lips chapped from the sun.

Entering through the large revolving doors, I was met with a wave of cold air conditioning. I scanned the lobby for a map of some sorts that could tell me where Mr. Bloomfield's office was located. The front desk looked promising, so I walked right up to it, "excuse me, can you tell me where Mr. Bloomfield's office is please?"

The man sitting behind the desk tore his eyes away from his computer screen long enough to eye me up and down, before returning to whatever he was looking at.

"Please, I have a meeting with him, " I desperately try to get him to focus on me once more.

"Name?" He barks in a low voice almost like a growl.

"Rachel Mathews."

"Floor 28, you're late."

I speed off to the elevators located on the back wall. There were three separate doors and luckily one was just about to close to go up, "Hold the elevator!"

No one inside made any effort to keep the doors open but I got there just in time to slide my hand inside, causing them to open back up.

Only one man wearing sunglasses and a beanie stood on the back wall. I went to push the button for floor twenty eight but he had already choose that option. Maybe he was late for the meeting too. I hope so because I didn't want to walk in late alone.

The heavy metal doors closed and I was being lifted to my future; or so I hoped. Halfway there, the lights began to flicker and then all of a sudden I was stuck in an enclosed space with a complete stranger. Our elevator had stopped and wasn't moving anytime soon.

"Oh bloody hell. I was already late!" The stranger spoke, outraged by our current situation. Of course he had to be British, but it couldn't be who I thought it was? Or could it?

I turned around to be face to face with Harry Styles, member of world famous band One Direction. 

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