*Christian's Point of View*
"Hey, when is Natty supposed to be here?" One of the models asked the photographer. I sighed, I didn't really want to be here today, but I did want to promote my new shirts and my new show. I didn't necessarily like doing photo shoots, trailers and commercials, but I did love acting and having the opportunity to do what I love. I'm quickly pulled out of my thoughts as the photographer begins speaking, well, more like shouting. "Alright everyone, we need to get this done with. I have three other shoots to do today. Get a move on it! Now!" I sighed as I was surrounded by scantily clad models. "Is there anyway we can have them wearing the shirts and actual pants? I don't feel comfortable with them like this. This isn't what my brand is promoting." I said. This isn't what I wanted to promote. I heard a higher pitched scoff from my left and turned to see a girl in a little, all black outfit with her arms crossed. "Good luck asking him that. You should just tell him or he won't do shit about it." She rolled her eyes and began walking towards me. It seemed more like a predator stalking its prey, though. Ryan, the photographer glared at her. "You think you can dress them better, Natalia? You go do it then." "Maybe I will, asshat." She glared at him and walked off, presumably to the dressing rooms with the models. I crossed my arms, watching as she went. "Who's that?" I glanced at Ryan briefly. "That, Christian, is Natalia."
