The beginning

The photo shoot

Grace and I get out of the car and head into the photo studio. Graces face reads Good lord what are they gonna do to us now? I shake her shoulder, "it's okay grace. It's just a few pictures. " she still looks like she's about to puke. I'm pretty sure it's more from the anticipation of the girly outfit we normally see celebrities have. To graces, and my relief we get to pick out our clothes.

Grace of course, goes for the skater chick look with dark blue skinnies, a white vneck, a red hoodie and jean jacket combo and charcoal Vans. I make a noise of approval and grace waves me off.

I stick with a classic little black dress. Silver converse and a sparkly silver headband complete the look. Even more to graces relief, they decide to go light on the makeup and just brush through our hair. Once we get over to the plain white backdrop, we wait for instructions. "Go for it, " says Scott.

I look over at grace who does some weird, failed gang signs and I start strutting like a fashion model, then give the photographer my best NO face.

As we run out of poses Scott says, "prop number one" and throws a soccer ball at grace. "Hey Katy, block this!" Grace yells, kicking the ball straight at me. I freak out which, naturally, makes grace crack up. "It's not funny!" I tell her, stalking over to where the ball is hit. Then an idea hits. "Hey grace," I say heading towards her with the ball.

"Oh no you don't!" She says, dodging my shot and getting the ball back at the same time. Dang it. She starts chasing me throws the ball and misses, throwing it at Scott, who catches it at the last second. "Prop number two, " he calls. The assistants bring out a large couch filled with overstuffed pillows which grace gladly jumps all over. "Nap time!"

"We should pose them," the photographer suggests.

Scott nods, "all right but just a few, their fans need to see who they really are. " she agrees,makes us do a few poses then hands us old fashioned mics and tells us to go crazy. At first it was innocent poses but that somehow evolved into a microphone stand sword fight. The next thing I knew, it was over.

The photographer thanked us for coming and we thanked her for letting us come, leaving as I heard her say, "they were more fun than one direction!" I high fived grace and together we walked away.