Paparazzi || Luke Hemmings

chapter 19: tell me what you like, baby-girl

dad.^^

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Weeks had passed, days dragged slowly by where I continued taking pictures of people, occasionally getting my own picture taken, which was weird, to say the least.

I was always used to just taking pictures of people; being in the background... I guess that's what you get for being seen with a famous guy in a band a few times or two.

Paparazzi.

I wanted to quit, I really did, but if I quit, then I'd really have nothing. I wouldn't be able to pay my rent for my shitty apartment, I wouldn't be able to finish off the loan on my Nissan, and most importantly- I wouldn't get to do what I liked doing most, taking pictures .

Sure, being a paparazzo person was a pretty shitty way to start off a 'career' of yearning to be a professional photographer, but in reality what was a girl to do?

I sighed, spreading a cozy gray blanket around my body, and gingerly picking up my mug of hot coffee, then leaning back against the couch cushions, attempting to relax after such a long day of being trampled and in a rush to take pictures of random celebs.

Glancing around my dimly lit living-room, my eyes finally focus on what I was looking for, my laptop.

I lean over to pick it up, then pull it open and go straight on to google.

Biting my lip, I then decide to give it a shot and see if- if just maybe there was any job openings for budding photographers.

Hey you'll never know unless you try, right?

I type it in, finally squeezing my eyes shut before clicking the enter button once, firmly.

Peaking open one eye, I find a link that catches my eye.

Clicking on it, it brings me to a secure and important looking website, and I quickly look over the job summary.

Modest! Management Needs Your Help!

Do you consider yourself a decent photographer? Do you live in the Los Angeles-Beverly Hills area?

If so, please contact

@//modestmanagement today!

Be sure to send in some lucky shots, and maybe you'll be picked to be our next lucky photographer on our next tour around the world with one of our clients.

Good luck!

Upon reading the briefly written summary, I can't help but have a familiar feeling about the employers name, I just can't place it.

Against my better judgement, I stay up till almost two am, composing a well written paragraph with some nice photography shots I had taken awhile back while sight-seeing in LA.

Finally reading over it once more, I then click send, hoping for the best, but not getting my hopes up too high.

Just as I had gotten up and turned off all of the lights, ready to go to bed and sleep, the intercom rings, nearly scaring the living crap out of me.

My heart is beating wildly out of my chest as I slowly creep over to the door, wondering who in the heck would be at my apartment door this late at night.