Living With The Enemy

Chapter Five

February 8, 1990

Now placed in Florida during his shoot, Prince had some trouble keeping his head cleared. He was still knee-deep in what Amir had told him just days ago. Had he'd known all that, would he had been a dick to him? Maybe, maybe not. As the photographer was taking him to a different location for other looks on the shoot, he started to get a little burning sensation on his skin.

      Taking only a couple shots, he had kindly asked Alan, the photographer, to let him go under the Outsunny tent so he wouldn't risk getting burned even more.

      "Oh, sure. I have my equipment in there, anyway," he said, letting the Nikon camera hang around his neck. Making their way in, they both saw Xendrea looking at some of the photos that were displayed on the screen of another large camera. Marie, the photo editor, was changing from picture to picture to see what she thought Prince would like. When she spotted the man of the hour and his photographer, she motioned for them to hurry her way.

      Alan was removing his camera from his neck as Prince stood in front of the screen. Alan soon made his way over. "Here are a few you've taken on the car, and here are some you  taken just by yourself," Xendrea said as Marie moved through them, giving him time to admire them. And he let her know when to keep switching.