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Shaylynn kept her promise to stay on top of things. She had scheduled Myra her first photoshoot despite her being in the middle of producing an album. It was all a new adventure for the blossoming star.
Myra had shown up wearing a casual outfit. It was mainly an oversized flannel Michael had left at her place but never retrieved and a pair of leggings. Her shoes were fairly new as her old ones had to be thrown away.
The man in charge of the design had immediately whisked her away. He briefly showed her the design before he made her put it on. He talked the entire time, his voice hinting at an australian accent.
She had been put into a light green dress. It showed more cleavage than she would have liked but she hardly had a say in the matter. She was put in a pair of matching shoes with her hair pinned up and makeup done.
She was escorted to a set with a white backdrop. The floor closest to the wall was the same shade. Lights illuminated the set for perfect lighting.
"You must be Myra," a blinding man in his forties introduced with a shake of his hand. "My name is Mark and In will be photographing you today. Now, please step into the little set please."
Myra did as she was told and stood there. She waited for her next set of instructions. Some people messed with th lights to get the right lighting for her while others watched.
"You need you back fully against the wall," Mark addressed and Myra did as followed and when she had done it he merely said, "Perfect. Now move your foot up so it's at like a 35 degree bend."
Myra did the best she could and he gave her a thumbs up. A fan began to blow, pushing her dress up to her face. She hurriedly pushed it down so she wouldn't show the Mickey mouse underwear she had chosen.
The whole photoshoot went by smoothly. Shaylynn seemed pleased by it which was always good. She changed from the dress into her original outfit before she left.
She returned to her house when it was getting late. She laid on the couch. She turned on the television, flipping through the channels to find something to watch. She decided on a rerun of a television show she had already seen.
She was halfway through the show when a knock sounded on her door. She shuffled to the door, opening it quickly. Michael stood in the doorway, a smile of his face and he held something behind his back.
"Hey," Myra smiled as they did exchange a kiss but it was on the cheek. "What's behind your back?"
"Jermaine showed me this movie and told me to show it to you," Michael explained as he pulled out a movie from behind his back.
"Silent Night, Deadly Night?" read Myra, arching an eyebrow. "There's Santa with a gun, and I feel as if this would ruin my childhood as I was a firm believe in Santa."
"Come on, please watch it with me," begged Michael and Myra caved.
"Fine," she laughed as she sat down on the couch once more.
Michael put the movie in excitedly. He then sat say beside Myra who cuddled up to him. She rested her head on his shoulder as he pressed play on the title screen.
With the combination of the dark outside and the lack of lights it made the horror movien scarier than it should be. Michael let her hang onto his arm as she shielded her eyes for some scenes. Some of them were rather graphic the he also had to look away.
When the movie was over, Myra did have to admit she liked it. Despite the amount of times she jumped and was scared, she maybe would watch it again.
"Will you stay?" Myra asked as she looked up at him.
Her head was in his lap and he played with her hair. Her legs were covered with a blanket, her slippers peeking out from underneath.
"Did you get scared?" Michael laughed and Myra nodded. "I will."
Michael continued to play with her hair. It was in her natural curls and tangled in some spots. She flipped through the television again, looking for something for them to watch.
Myra left it on some show that looked half interesting. She and Michael talked all through the episode, not really paying attention. Michael told her stories about Janet while she shared stories about Anaya.
When Myra wanted to go to bed, Michael was unsure. She pulled him along to her room and crawled into the bed.
"Come in," invited Myra as she pulled the covers back for him.
Michael kicked off his shoes before he laid down beside her. Myra rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. The thumping that signalled that was alive and he was real.
She let her eyes shut, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. Michael stayed awake a little longer, not moving for fear of waking her. He eventually fell asleep, his arm wrapped lazily around her.
