behind the camera [a.i]

Chapter 1

        

        “Bells, how many pictures do you have left to print?” My dad yelled from the front of the store. “Maybe six or seven. Why?” I questioned back putting the pictures in my hand on the table. “I need you to go to this address,” He said writing it down on a sticky note.” and do a photo shoot for me!” He finished handing my the sticky note and walking to the back room. “Why am I doing this? Isn’t that Robert’s job?” I spit question after question at him. I mean not trying to be all snobby and stuff but that was why Robert was hired to do the photo shoots and I was here to print and mail the pictures to the clients. “Well funny thing Robert called in sick today and well you’re the only one left to do it and besides its not like you have anything else to do!” He said putting his attention on the pictures that I was suppose to be printing right now, not packing up cameras and heading all the way to L.A to do a shoot.

         I sucked up my pride and packed all the cameras and lighting into my car and headed the two hours to L.A., man was this going to be a fun trip. Don’t you just feel my sarcasm? I drove and drove and drove and then I finally saw the Staples Center in view and I exhaled with relief that I had actually had made it and not got into a car accident because I mean there are some crazy drivers in L.A. Parking the car and putting on my backstage pass and grabbing all my cameras and gear slinging them over my shoulders and walking to the entrance. “Woah! Pass please!” The buffed up security guard asked as he put up his rather large hand in front of my face. I grabbed my pass as well as I could and he opened the door for me and told me where to go. “Thank You!” I whispered, scared that maybe he might yell at me or make me drop and do 20. I walked down the dimly lit hallway, feeling as if I was walking into a hostage situation. 

        I cleared that out of my mind and kept walking until I walked into a large area, where I guessed was where I was suppose to set up. I laid my cameras on the concrete floor and went looking for an authoritative figure to ask where I was suppose to go and where the people I was suppose to shoot were. I walked and walked for what seemed like forever. I pulled out my phone and called my dad asking who I needed to find. After talking to him I found out I was looking for someone named Liz Hemmings,who was also a photographer and the photographer for 5 Seconds of Summer; whoever they are. I put my phone into my back pocket and in the 2 seconds it took to do that I ended up running into somebody, how I did that no clue. “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going!” I apologized to the male figure standing in front of me. “That’s quit alright! Can I help you find someone?” The Australian voice questioned, I looked up and well not to say I fell head over heels for this guys eyes but his eyes were pretty spectacular to say the least.