A million miles - is what it all takes.
She would do it to earn some little money; he would do it to chase his dreams to be on stage. She does it for her family; and, he does it to win her heart.
But is the boy who is literally every girls' dream wi...
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"I'm very sorry, boys." It was Mr. Sean. "The photographer had a last minute emergency. We'll have to postpone the shoot to tomorrow."
"Ay dios mio," Zabdiel murmured, grumpy. "I spent like an hour in the bathroom. Even woke up early for this."
"Que?" Richard replied, annoyed. "You still came late, Zabdi."
"You're always late, bro," Joel added, twirling the ring on his thumb as Devina sprayed his hair.
Anaeya watched as the boys began to mock Zabdiel. Clara came into the room in the midst of it, looking distraught. When she saw the boys making fun of Zabdiel, she sighed.
"We actually don't need to postpone it," Anaeya murmured, tapping Clara's shoulder.
"We don't have a photographer," Clara complained. "It would just be a waste of time if we went looking for one now."
"I have a better alternative but I just need approval."
"Okay, I trust you," Clara muttered, gesturing towards the boys. They were still bothering Zabdiel. One of them was even recording the entire scene. "Eh chicos!"
Anaeya raised an eyebrow. No one heard Clara.
"This is so pathetic," Clara groaned. "How does Renato even manage them?"
"I thought you managed Maluma too," Anaeya asked.
"I still am," Clara said, proud. She frowned. "But he is just one person. This is five completely grown adults who behave like children we're talking about."
Anaeya cringed when she saw Christopher and Erick doing the chicken dance. This was worse than she have imagined her favourite band member to be.
"I'll help you," Anaeya said.
"Please! Manhandle them if you have to."
"EXCUSE ME! I'M TRYING TO SPEAK HERE! SO COULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP AND LISTEN!"
She sighed when she got everyone's attention, including the staff members who were around. Even Clara was startled, but she gave an encouraging smile.
"Actually, we don't need to postpone it," Anaeya said, shrugging. Everyone fell silent and stared at her. She smiled. "We have a photographer in our midst."
Suddenly, something crashed. Everyone looked at a certain girl in the far corner of the room. She grunt in pain as she tried to get up from the heap of clothes and metal but failing ultimately.
Anaeya shook her head and facepalmed. Then, she said, "You're all looking at her now."
Joel stood up and went towards Sylvia, offering his hand like the gentleman he was. She stared at his ringed fingers, received it and let him haul her up.
"Thanks," she said, frowning her outfit.
"Well, then," he said, dusting glitter off her shoulder. "Let's get on with life. Someone get this girl a camera."
