Not All Skin And Bones

"Be Calm"

*** New POV ***

"Nate."

"Nate."

"Nate."

I rolled over onto my side groggily. "What the hell... Andrew- go away."

I was shaken once more after a short pause and I swatted my hand back. "Dude!"

"C'mon Nate. We gotta go." A sense of reluctance came from the way Andrew spoke, but I knew he wasn't gonna back down on this. "Photo shoot today."

I sighed in defeat. "Alright..." I breathed, grabbing my sweater and flipping over to face him and sit up.

"I know, dude. I know. Sorry." I waved him away, it wasn't his fault.

We were on our way.

*** original POV ***

"Well, first off. My names Lizzy and I uh well I uh. I sing."

The interviewer looked me up and down. He was fat, bald, disgustingly wealthy and he pursed his lips in boredom towards me. "Yes well I mean what are your skills?"

"I sin-"

"Besides that."

"I can read, write, type, I'm friendly, decent-looking I guess, so-customers are not intimidated by me, I'm hardworking; desperate. Yeah."

He huffed unenthusiastically. Another job lost. "We'll be calling you shortly."

It was difficult to keep pretending I still had life left in me but I grinned from ear to ear and shook his hand, which felt rather greasy. "Thank you, sir."

"Yes, well-" more mumbles but I was out the door.

*** Same New POV person ****

"Alright NATE- big smile! Show us some teeth, like your laughing- oh your laughing- your happy; full of life!"

I suck at smiling. My teeth are ugly. Now, why would I laugh? Happy? Full of life? Please... Fuck. You.

"We done now?" I ask, with a little more attitude than I intended. I try and complain about things like everybody else but of course, since I'm a celebrity, I just sound like a diva. Well sorry for being bitter after shit hits the ceiling; I'm doing the best I can.

"Sure, Nate." The photographer said sympathetically. She smiled- it was fake, forced; I'd know that look anywhere, because "duh", I owned a mirror.

She's going through shit too, and I didn't notice soon enough. I took a breath now, I shouldn't have said that; I should've just been patient. I claim that nobody understands and here I am- poor girl is just trying to do her job and I was too much of a jerk to do mine. "You've done more than enough for today, but go get Andrew for me yeah?" Sorry. I truly am.

Instead of building my courage and actually apologizing with words and phrases, I nodded sympathetically with my hands in my pocket.

"Coward" I thought, and grabbed my worn down jacket that I came in with. I threw it over my shoulder and waved goodbye to the girl, who still looked silent and internally heart broken as I stared in a different light. Within my goodbye there was a hint of "thank you" and "I'm sorry-again."

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"Alright boys." The lady photographer grinned, maybe I should learn her name, she seemed satisfied. "All done for today- until next time!" Jack walked from behind her buttoning up his shirt and throwing on his glasses again. His hair looked messy from the aggressive way his top was wrestled down to his torso, and his glasses hung crooked making him look very similar to how he looked hung over.

"Jesus Christ." He huffed. Not in a mean way necessarily, but relieved and ready to go home and sleep. I guess were all on that level now, aren't we? Andrew beamed quietly and have a soft shove towards Jack. Andrew openly thanked the lady for all her work as Jack and I did the sane with our eyes as we were guided out the door. Goodbye Miss, get well soon.

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